He'd been smiling at me while dancing, so I kind of figured that if I stopped he'd soon follow. Not that that's why I stopped dancing - nothing so planned chez me after a beer or two. I'd stopped because there's only so much Katie Perry a boy can dance to in a lifetime and I think I reached my limit.
So he introduces himself and we head to the bar to get a drink. He buys me a beer and we chat. Seems we both do similar(ish) jobs and we both live in the same neighbourhood. Both of us are fairly new to the area, and so we spent a whole load of time chatting about the best places to buy vegetables, and so on.
He was charming, interesting and attractive.
He touched my arm a lot as he spoke, and gave off very flirty vibes. I can't say that I was innocent either - I was more than happy to flirt along with this local lovely.
I had visions of us skiping off to the marché d'Aligré on a Sunday morning together, doing the rounds of the stalls and going home to settle in to good food and a movie.
In my mind I was thinking 'this is good, this could be great'.
He leaned in to say something. I didn't hear him.
"What did you say?" said I.
"I want to take you back to mine", he said.
"Oh, really?" said I, giving a very cheeky grin.
"I want you to piss on me", he said.
"Yeah, well, good luck with that" I said, as I turned and headed back to the safety of Katie Perry and her chums.
Is it too much to ask for someone to just say "I like you - can we go out for a drink sometime?"
I mean, REALLY?