I briefly mentioned the British boy that tagged along last night in the previous post, but I’m gonna share a few more details. Basically, he walks up with my friend’s boyfriend, and I was like “Holy crap, he’s a tall, skinny, dark-haired hottie.” (I’ll get a photo soon..) Honestly, we were expecting a nerd. So I introduce myself and shake hands. In the most charming voice, complete with British accent, he says, “Hi, I’m Matt.” Chalk another tally for the Matt’s. We walked around a bit with my friend’s dog. He rambled off all the music genres he likes/doesn’t like. We were instant sarcastic friends.

I didn’t talk to him much at first, but well by the third long island, inhibitions were pretty much out the door. He took a bunch of photos, including one horrible close-up of me that I pleaded him to delete. My friend brought me a raz vodka & red bull, which pretty much finished me off for the night. She tells me after I threw away the glass, I said “I’m done for the night” and they marveled at my self-control.

Needless to say the last few shows were very intense. I was just dancing and feeling the music and not having a care in the world. This is when my bonding time began. I was leaning on Matt as he was trying to show me the pics he’d taken. I honestly could not focus, so they were all blurry color smudges. I hired him as my escort then, which I needed for the bar we went to afterward that was down in a basement. I’m bad with stairs sober. I did amazingly well, though. Anyway, there was some drama with some other people with us, leaving Matt and I sitting on the sidewalk in front of the place. He got out his camera, and I was able to see the photos a little more defined. heh. So then he was trying to get me to say a bunch of British slang. I was just not keen on some of the words, so I’d alter them a bit. I think he thought I didn’t cuss, because after he said it was the equiv to “holy shit,” I was like then “I can just say holy shit or fuck or damn.” That’s when he told me, “Oh, so you are more than a pretty face.” Completely flirting with the British boy and still not having a care in the world.

He sat in the back with me on the way home. It was 3:30am by this time, so we were all exhausted. We talked for awhile, and I found out that he’s studying marine biology and he wants to do deep sea research about the formation of the ocean. He’s interning in Seattle currently. Sadly, he will leave for England 2 weeks before I’m in Seattle. So yeah, seems he’s more than a pretty face as well. We got along so well. But alas, we gave in to sleep. We used each other as props. I held his hand, and it was lovely. He was so polite and well-spoken. I love hearing a Brit describe something. Where we would say “cool” or “awesome,” the Brit would say “perfectly delightful.” I love those phrases. It’s so Cary Grant-movie era and just classy.

It’s officially been beyond a year since I’ve been on a date, because guys that really interest me (and are available) are just so far and few between. So I find myself the whole package and he actually seemed to like me a bit too, but of course, he’s only in town for the weekend. He’s back to Seattle tomorrow. I spent this evening hanging out with the group more. We were all still so tired from the night before, but we watched amusing movies (Harold & Kumar, Jay & Silent Bob) and took him to Harry’s for a bit. We played some pool by British rules. What’s funny is they do not have White Castle in England, but Matt had just seen “Harold and Kumar go to White Castle,” so of course he got the hook up here. He bought a mug, took a funny photo of himself in front of the building, and kept the receipt. He says he’ll be the envy of all the guys back home. Of course, my first question was “but will you ever eat there again?” he immediately said “oooh no” haha

Such a wonderful span of days I’ve had. I hate that it has to come to an end. Well, I need to sleep. I have an eventful week ahead of me. Unfortunately it’s not fun-eventful. I shall treasure my short time with the beautiful, intelligent British boy, though, and that can keep me happy.