Me Plus One!!!

During one of the usual nights out (I don’t care where I go just as long as I start in Peacock and end up in Bumper) I was ending in Bumper and there he was, the almost love of my life...Serge-a-like. Naturally, the actual love of my life is the actual Serge Pizzorno, guitarists/singer/songwriter/sex God of Kasabian. I decided to make my move and I totally fluffed it. Like OMFG. Allow me to build up to the event that has left me somewhat disheartened.

It was a Saturday night, and just like Friday the Baby Giraffe and I were getting ready for another night out. I was wearing a black lace top with black body-con bustier underneath, high-waisted skirt and River Island feathered ankle boots. One of our friends Miss Welsh came round and we had a couple drinks before embarking on our adventure up the road.

As stated previously we always start in Peacock, however there was a queue so we broke tradition and rolled on over to Mojo. After a quick drink there we back tracked to Peacock, of course Bailey* was behind the bar and of course he made me favourite drink without even needing to order (either he’s into me or I just go there way too much), this isn’t the smoothest thing he does. The night before, the baby giraffe and I was stood at the bar and out of the blue two shot glasses appeared in front of us and about 30 seconds later they were filled with my favourite mint chocolate shot and he just walked off. All without saying a word. Stunned.

Anyway back to the story, after Peacock we hiked on up to Bumper and there he was. The Serge-a-like. With a little push from the baby giraffe and Miss Welsh I decided to try and get his attention. It went downhill from there then. On my ascent I fell down the stairs and fell into some guy, scratching him on his neck (sorry dude) then when I was stood by the bar NEXT to the Serge-a-like I kept on getting pushed and shoved. Not a good look. Serge-a-like was chatting away to his friend and I was so distracted by his voice that I didn’t even notice it was my time to order. The Serge-a-like, after receiving his drink put his hands on my arms and moved past me. Well that was it, I nearly fainted. Not only is he beautiful, but he was wearing a lush trench coat and was deliciously tall...even taller than the baby giraffe in heels!!!!!! I was sooo dazzled by the fact that he touched me I totally forgot what I wanted and ordered a friggin shot of Jagermeister, which I dribbled down my chin!!!

He moved to a different bit of the venue and I drowned my sorrows in a portion of chips and gravy. I’m now living on the hope that I will see him again.

*His name isn’t actually Bailey, just like Serge-a-like isn’t called Serge-a-like and just like Clive, who the baby giraffe is going on a date with, isn’t called Clive. We have a bad habit of not knowing the names of people we really should so we just give them nicknames and see how long we can keep it going.