Park Close

I saw her while I was chatting to Tony T on the phone. I watched, after 10 minutes she looked like she was going to make a move. It was now or never.

I was in Chelsea. Lots Road Park. She was a 9. But to be sure, let’s pessimistic and say an 8. She was lovely. 

I walked over. Looked down slowly, and said slowly and deeply, with pauses.

‘Have you ever been in one of those situations, where you see an opportunity and you know if you don’t take it, you’ll be kicking yourself all day’.

She laughed and said yes. She knew what I was saying and accepting my bold approach. She was reading a book.

‘I had to come over and say hi. And find out what book you are reading’.

She answers, laughing ‘it’s an erotic vampire love story’.

I look at her in mock disgust. ‘I can NOT believe it’. I pretend to growl to myself. She is laughing so I push the joke. I look at the heavens as if communicating with a God I have an ongoing argument with. And mutter angrily, Basil Fawlty style. She laughs more. Then she tells me her name.

‘My name is Jimmy’. I say and hold out my hand. She is still sitting down. She takes my hand and I haul her up.

‘What are you doing round here, aside from vampire sex thrills?’

She works round here. Creative type. I tell her I like creative people. She asks me what I do. I DHV about my work via a leader of switch.

I link her arm and we start to walk. She tells m she has a boyfriend.

‘I don’t want to know about your problems Chuckles. My God you’re bloody cocksure aren’t you (playful push). Hey, now don’t you think your work is done just cause you have a pretty face and  you’re a bit of an artist. You still have a LONG way to go, the vampire sex almost blew you out girl’.

She is laughing and says I am persistent.

We get to the end of the street. I get her full name. Then I say as I turn on my phone:

You’re interesting. We should hang out sometime.

Number close.