I went on a pilgrimage in Spain and arranged to spend a few days in Barcelona to see old friends before returning to London. I look up Paula – tall, pale catalan, fringe, flat chest but round arse. I had met her when i lived there seven years before. At some point in that period we had kissed in my room at a house party, and she fled home drunk and upset because she had cheated on ber bf – who had only come up in conversation for the first time in in the week or two before that house party, which is quite telling. I was rolling when we kissed, and loved every second of it, but didnt pursue her as she clearly wasnt right with everything around her relationship.
Everyone who knew us at the time teased me about how much she wanted me. We met up for a drink, and a couple in we went to a bar we had gotten mashed and quite flirty in one time when i had lived there. She had barely changed, looked spectacular, and was still with the same guy. We leant in and brushed lips. I called her a tease and she said, no, she does want me, but she didnt know what to do right then. I was in town for a few more days and suggested lunch.