perfection is boring

I seem to have a lot of these of late.. like the guy who sat next to me today, he was my tube boyfriend (in my head) from White City to Oxford Circus.. he smelt lovely and heart was immediately racing…but our paths were parted. Alas.

I had an ‘outside brixton tube station for 2 seconds’ boyfriend last wednesday.. so much so i even considered writing one of those missed connection thingies.

…hmm, maybe I need to get some.

All I’m saying is, any man, anywhere near a check shirt, watch out…