Hey my lovelies…i’m a bit drunk so bare with me…or don’t…I don’t care…I’m drunk. Okay so today i had 3 great meetings. I was completed knackered, as i didn’t get to bed until 3am the night before. (Due to time differences and not partying…before you start…You tramps!) Anyway, the first was an interview for a mag. The third was sniffing scents and all that jazz for my own
FRAGRANCE!! (Yes you heard! Woohoo. Made me a bit dizzy actually.) And the second ( i am aware i did this in a weird order) was a meeting with a ‘darling’ of the name ‘John Roberts’ (Jonny Jonny Rob Rob) who asked to meet me on Regent street today around lunch for a little bit of a proposition!
‘John Roberts’ has a show he is producing and after auditioning many a melodramatic female and all other kinds of ‘whoop-dees,’ for a part that would consist of being somewhat ‘Bridget Jones,’ yet ‘somewhat Kim Catrall’ in ‘ Sex in the City.’ Anyhow he came across a little ‘punchy pussy,’ with a tragic awkwardness, after viewing her on a reality show, where she attempted to be the ‘Bestest Friend of Britishness’ for Miss. Paris Hilton herself (love her) and found that she also wrote a little blog of sheer wonder, and asked me to meet him for lunch at ‘National Geographic’ on Regents street, (Great place) for a little banter.
We lunched on a platter of cheeses and meats, and as i sipped my wine (yeah he got me wine..smart man) he told me all about his project, hopes, life and (i can’t remember what else??) I talked about ‘John and Edward,’ sex, ex boyfriends being gay, Drag Queens and Hollywood. Then HE after he drank his wine. He told me he would like to offer ME the part of ‘Miss.Romance’ in his show….which is actually called ‘Miss.Romance!’ I loved him. I loved his idea. I loved his passion, his casualness. I loved that he understood Me very well…knew my blog inside and out. I loved his shirt and well basically I immediately 100% agreed….he bought me wine. It would be bad manners not to pat this darling on the back and do anything he says after vino! I’m really excited! I actually could wee a little.
We parted, we smoked a a ciggie, and then i went to ‘Hamleys‘ because it looked like it was Christmas in there! It was packed and little girls we’re elbowing me out of the way to grab a Malibu Barbie, so after kicking them a little, i left and ventured back home, where i accidentally ran into a boy on the street, where i literally fell over my own beautiful foot and landed in his crotch. (Good start to any relationship, i’d think.) He’s American, from LA, an actor, and well after my charming witty ways (cleverly known to others as ‘ bullshit.’) He asked me out on a date. We’re on it NOW!
Okay, i’m at mine, he’s in the kitchen eating leftover food from our dinner. It’s Halloween weekend. I’m dressed as a fucking sparrow, (as in the ‘bird‘ and not ‘Captain Jack.’) We went to a brief romantic dinner…a very normal place. I was a sparrow, he was in trousers and a button down shirt. (LOL.) When he showed up at my place, i looked out my window and thought OH FUCK…he’s all ‘normal’ and i have feathers celotaped to my mother fucking crotch!! You had to be there! I wish you could’ve have seen the moment!
He buzzed, i let him. I looked him up and down (after he promised me he would dress up) and said ‘ What have you come as? Minimum wage? He laughed, adjusted his glasses that he was wearing (that i believed he was just wearing for no reason.) We banter, we talk. We walked to dinner, (actually under fireworks) he claimed it was like dating a ‘Creepy Fantasy’ holding hands with a sparrow. Everybody glared at me because i looked ridiculous and had a baby beak on my head. I loved how some people in the restuarant pretended that it wasn’t even happenning! (haha!) I didn’t care. I found myself hilarious.Then to make me feel better…he unbuttoned his shirt a little AND WHAT did i see…??? A Superman shirt! He came as Clark Kent and Superman as one! In love much? *faints*
Now we’re off out for a bit of a drinky! To be continued… He’s hot, he’s sarcastic, he’s Hollywood…he’s Superman.