My haze of infatuation lasted all week and went into over drive when Alex emailed me telling me he wanted to see me.
Tonight, I decided, I’m taking him home.
Once the decision was made, I was unexpectedly calm. The butterflies ceased, and the haze I was living in seemed to make way for clarity.
I had a new mission and the plan was simple – I would let him know what bar I ended up at after drinks with the girls and he would meet me after watching a football game at his mates place.
And so, when I arrived at my destination, I sent him a quick text, being careful not to interrupt his plans.
Before I could drop my phone back in my bag, he rang.
Regret in his voice – Alex the fake architect was on his way home.
My stomach droped.
“OK”, is all I could muster while trying to sound relaxed.
In reality my head was spinning – What?!!?!?, I heard my voice yell in my head, Has he stood me up?
Hiding my disappointment and holding back tears, I returned to my girls at the bar. There was nothing left to do but drink and find a distraction.
I sighted my next victim – a cute blonde – he was a German marketing student.
We had a chat and before I knew it, I had him eating out of my hand. The power of alcohol fueled confidence.
He made a point to make lots of body contact, his attempt to gain my attention and move in for the kiss.
And just as quickly, I lost interest.
Instead of reciprocating I walked away and straight into a taxi.
I could not help it – disillusioned and dragging my heart along the floor behind me – I was thinking of the fake architect the entire time.