So there she was, surrounded by 5 guys, her hips gently twisting, her arms above her head, her eyes looking down. Blond hair half up, half down, swishing across her face. Her blue eyes sparkled – all this and her size 8 body distracted me from my conversation with Mark.

“You’ve spotted something haven’t you” he says.

I see her a little later looking at a guy making a fool of himself dancing, she was giggling. “you two should have a dance off” I tell her, not even looking at her, pulling her in. She responds by putting her arm around my waist and telling me something in my ear – the music was too loud and didn’t hear what she said.

Her friend comes over – “this is fatty” he says. “Hello fatty” I say to her, jabbing her tummy. Its tiny, and rock hard. Within a minute I find out shes going back to South Africa in 2 days. I tell her, “This is not good. Im going up to London tomorrow night – you should come. Are you on facebook?”

“Yes”

“Actually forget that – what’s your number?” I get the 20 year olds number.

They left shortly after that and went to a nearby club.

I actually ended up there too and see her on the dance floor. Her elegance and grace as she moves and glides around entrances me.

I notice my competition, a guy with a white beanie hat – I also notice they have a connection and tell Mark, I’m losing her. She must have given me a false number?!

What to do, what to do. I started going up to every girl and talking to them, dancing with them and spinning them, ignoring the target and mucking around with Mark and his petit beauty he found. She noticed this. I still saw a connection with beanie man and her.

“Im going in” I tell Mark. From behind, I grab her hand spin her 270’ until she is facing me, and walk off, back to Mark and co – 3 metres away, leaving the princess with the competition….

I wait…

1 minute later, I get a bump. It’s my girly. I don’t respond. Then nudge her slightly – just enough for her to know I was there, interested, but wasn’t easy to win over.

I turn after a minute or so – pick a sticker off her skin tight black tshirt and place it on her forehead “hello fatty”. She keeps it there for a minute and punches me, I jab her stomach. Then pick her up and let her go slowly, sliding her body down mine.

Then it happened – her arms wrapped around my neck and she moves in for a kiss and stays millimetres away from my lips – I don’t move. I hear cheering around me.

“Who is the guy with the beanie hat?” I ask.

“Oh him…he’s my brother” 

We then kiss for 10 straight minutes – passionate and sensually.

I was amazed at just how many women were now surrounding us.

She leaves after – her brother wanted to go, and I find her later at a bus stop alone. Her brother was caught up in a scuffle and had to deal with the police and she went off by herself. I see her, find out where she lives – 20 minutes walk – and tell her she’s lazy. I grab her, interlink my fingers with hers and drag her away, “lets go, we’re walking” I tell her.

“But, I want to get on a warm bus” she squeals.

“I don’t care about you, I’m cold, and walking will keep me warm”. She giggles and happily skips along with me.

As we come to the point where one way leads to my house and the other way leads to her house. I push her against the wall and she immediately pulls me in for another passionate kiss.

I ask her what shes doing tomorrow. She busy all day, and she needs to go back to her country the morning after. Oh, I need to get up at 8am for a Brighton day trip, in 5 hours. Ill get absolutely no sleep if I take her back now. She says shes possibly free tomorrow evening after the show shes seeing – although we’ll have to meet very late. And she has to get up early to get to the airport.

“Right, Im going to London tomorrow night, you should come too” I tell her.

“Ill try, I don’t actually know where the theatre is, so I don’t if Im anywhere near you”.

I take her to her door, kiss some more and walk off, confident she’ll come tomorrow.

I get a text the a few hours later, in the morning, mentioning text sexing, and said she has just found out where the theatre is, and that there’s no way she can come to meet me from there – itll be far too late. She gets her plane back to South Africa the next morning and adds me on Facebook.

I curse myself for not getting her back to mine the same evening and substituting my sleep for glorious sex with her.

So, this is not a happy ending. Although she said she’ll be back to see me in October.