it all started

It all started nearly 2 years ago...
Attempting not to look idle whilst I sat behind the till at the shop in Knightsbridge, I fliched through the FT magazine, I remeber it was around the begining of April- a fairly sunny day in the monotony of shining rich men's shoes for a meagre salary. I happened upon an a small article, something to do with new media and how it was growing as a modern market or some such, anyway the important bit was the fact that it had a picture (almost the same size as the text of) this handsome young man with a slightly cheeky but ever so endearing and alluring smile. The silly thing is that I remeber thinking, (all too clearly) "God how would I ever meet a man like that?" Well you could have blown me down with a feather when he actually came into the store a matter of weeks later (cursed myself profusely for having chucked said article away- damn!).
Anyway he had a couple of pairs of old shoes that didn't fit him, and wanted to see if there was anything that could be done- well being the consumate professional I gave him the gold service, meanwhile he spent half the time aparently on the phone to Robbie Williams- alarm bells should have been going, but I was still on the FT.
After taking his details and walked him to the door as is custom in such an establishment, I asked if indeed it was him- the man in the FT. He smiled and looked a little puzzeled and then answered yes.

Well that was that for an absolute age- it took him until September to collect, as he had had an accident... nasty, besides it wasn't until I left a terribly unprofessional message on his voice mail saying that if nothing else he should come in and see me since I was so terribly bored, this by the way was early September.
So he came in to see me on the 13th September to collect his shoes, and there was a change, a flirtation, but even though he had stopped by he didn't have time to pick them up? So he came by the next day to get them, the 14th.

After this we had exchanged mobile numbers and called each other to flirt,so he suggested that he was going out on the Saturday night and would I like to join him and his friends. My response was that I wasn't free then, as I had a second job checking coats in a nightclub in SoHo- but I could do Friday...
So friday the 15th was our first date- although neither of us quite realised it before the time came.

During our flirtation it was decided that I would choose a selection of 3 bars, the first would be Duke's Hotel for their maritinis (my clue was Bond), the second was impromtu as he pulled me into a neighbouring bar on St James', the last being a tacky tourist place but just for fun the last would be his choice- which turned out to be his friends club in Knightsbridge... He arrived promptly to pick me up at mine in a taxi... the rest lead to a rather unusual realtionship by anyones standards...

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