Mad Scientess Jane Expat (nanila) wrote,
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
nanila

I get all the weirdos.

You know, if I'd ever thought about it before, I'd have flattered myself into thinking that I'm not the kind of girl who would be approached at the bar by a lean bald man carrying an inflatable sheep under his arm. Nor would I have thought that I'm the kind of girl who gets told by said man, with a crazed glint in his eye, that he loves me.

I would also not have imagined watching him get marched out of the pub by a tall, impassive, Senegalese barman. Or seeing him staring longingly in through the window from the pavement, still clutching his sheep, until it became obvious that I was not going to go outside until he went away.

It turns out, though, that I am that kind of girl. Happy Christmas to me!
Tags: anecdote, london, the craziness of menfolk
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