Chronicles of a Serial Dater

18 September

OMG.  He looks HOT.   I’ve just bumped into the Hot Estate Agent walking out of my flat on my way to the gym.

‘Hi!’

He smiles broadly.

‘Where have you been?’ I say as we walk along the road in the same direction.

‘Oh, just to the pub,’ he says.

‘So this is you,’ I say as he walks into the entrance of a house.  So close, I could come in and we could spend a cosy afternoon together.  He looks gorgeous.  So fit.  Wearing a stripey top and long shorts.

‘Yes.’

I smile.

‘You ignored my call,’ he says.

‘No I didn’t.’

‘I called you.’

‘I was frightened.’

Both a bit clumsy at the unexpectedness of the encounter but can’t stop smiling.

‘Call me when you want to rent your flat out.’

September 28, 2011 - Posted by rebeccafox | The dates | Dating, England, Estate agent, Girl about town, London, Love, Pop culture, Relationships