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Friday 16th February 2001
Saw Ed for the first time in ages this evening. Drove up to Ealing after work to meet someone who looked nothing like his photo at all. I think it was a couple of years old and he certainly didn't have the fit bits as he did when it was taken. So I started to get into it and then decided it wasn't for me after all as, frankly, he was probably most of the most selfish people in bed that I've ever slept with. Bad thing. Pointed out the time (mid-shag) and that I was meeting Ed at West Five so, dreadfully sorry, we have to stop. Nightmare. Drank loads and had fun in West Five. Danced a bit and talked about Sydney; Ed reckons a sunbed is a good idea before I go. Fair enough. Got talked about in a complimentary manner (ie "Woar, he's gorgeous") by some (admittedly pissed) girlies in a kebab shop. How romantic. Still - good for the confidence, I suppose. It might've had something to do with the fact that the bloke on the table closest to them had passed out and was snoring whilst dribbling down his front, but never mind. Everything in life is relative. | |||
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