I met you outside of the Covent Garden tube station. You were there with your friends from school. I was there to meet my new roommates. Women I had just met hours before but had agreed to live with for the next three months.
We went to a pub. I spoke with you a bit. I thought you were interesting. Someone I would like to get to know better. But not right then. I was too distracted. For once there were men lining up to go out with me. When it rains it pours.
None of those dates were what I wanted. I went for dinner, to a show, for coffee. I moved on.
One night I was sitting in your flat with my friends and your friends and you mentioned a play you were going to see that weekend. You issued an open invitation. I thought nothing of it. Then it was Saturday afternoon and I found myself calling you and inviting myself along.
That was the beginning. Of all of this.