I have heard that if you stand in Piccadilly Circus for long enough you will meet someone you know. Well I sincerely hoped that I would see Bob as we had planned this meeting last year already. Yeah we had chatted in between times, reminding each other of this anticipated “date”.
Bob and I had met at school. He arrived as an exchange student in my gr 11 year. I was asked to show him the ropes. An English guy arriving complete with British accent had thrown all of us girls into a tizzy. Brenda lorded it over us as her family was Bob’s host family.
Bobs complexion, hair colour and accent reminded me of my major crush, Prince Harry. I silently drooled over the prospect of showing him around. We had a bit of a fling but he was more interested in sport and became quite a favourite with the rugby guys.
Now I was meeting him again. As I stood nervously waiting I realised I really didn’t know much about him. Of course we had chatted about college etc. but never anything meaningful.
My world fell apart as I saw him walking up to me hand in hand with the most handsome guy I had ever seen.
© Vera Alexander
