If only we could turn our heads into lemons...then we could squeeze them and they would produce delicious juice....

For once, I managed to find the right things to say.

I was at work in the record shop that I used to work at. This had somehow merged with the house a friend used to live at (he no longer does, and the house has now been sold). Nothing much was going on and there wasn't much work to do...it was exceptionally quiet. I went downstairs...and went to the back where my friend's mother was complaining about hating the sink being full of dishes when doing the washing up. As was her habit, she proceeded to empty the sink, putting all the dishes on the countertop and take them one at at time and wash them in the sink. I decided to leave her to it before she roped me into doing the drying.

Then there was the girl. The girl who I have had one very brief conversation with which must have lasted all of about a minute and a half. The one where I had planned over and over a few things to say that may draw us into conversation but had said none of them, instead, fluffing everything completely. In fact, I made such a complete and utter balls up of it that even George W. Bush could have done better (ok, maybe not, but, you get where this is going).

When it's expectedly peeing it down, things don't go to plan, even when you do have your umbrella on you.

The girl...she was outside. I hadn't seen her, but, somehow, I knew. I went outside. She was at the bottom of the steps. I didn't really need a cigarette, but, I needed an excuse to be outside. I went down the steps. At the bottom of the steps, I brushed passed her as there wasn't much room. She turned around to see who I was and in the process managed to trip me up. I fell quite awkwardly and ended up on my arse on the pavement.

She laughed at this, but, right at that moment, I couldn't see the funny side. Purely on automatic, I said something along the lines of 'I suppose you think that was funny', trying to muster up all the sarcasm I could....much to my chagrin she answered in the affirmative.

Somehow, that managed to break the ice. I told her that I worked in the record shop above...and asked what she was listening to. She was never without her ipod. She reeled off a list of about 5 bands or so (who I now forget). Most of them, I'd never heard of (which impressed me - there's not many people that can out-obscure me...), but, the couple I'd heard of made me able to peg her down as a rock fan. Maybe nu-metal. I'd always had her pegged as someone who's taste would range from Dido (who in my estimation are wallpaper music - if I'm being kind) to Mazzy Star (who I absolutely love!). When you try to suss things out about people you don't know, it's amazing how wrong you can be.

So, we got chatting. We were getting on really well...my heart was flying. She had to get back to her friend who was giving her a lift. I guessed that I wouldn't be missed as it was so quiet. I walked her to her friends car and gave her my card before saying goodbye. Time was of the essence and I had to get the bus soon. I ran and *just* caught the bus. The bus was just about to go when she called me back. What to do? There's no way I'd still get the bus if I went back now.

I got the driver to let me off and went back...she had written down her email and so forth and asked me to look her up on Facebook. By now, the bus had gone, but, her friend was persuaded to give me a lift. I got dropped off by the warehouse where I now work. My boss asked 'what took you so long?'.

Then I woke up.

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