“So, do you come here often?”, he asked as he gazed down at me with smiling blue eyes…

Kids, it was the Autumn of 2018, and I was being chatted up whilst waiting to buy a coffee at the Workshop 17  Cafe …at least I was, when I finally realised it.

I’ve told you about how absolutely clueless I am at knowing when guys are hitting on me. This particular day was no different.

Mr Tall, Blonde and Handsome ( SO my type!) has been checking out my superhero bag before falling in line behind me and while I kept checking on my bag over my shoulder, he smiled at me before saying Hi.

I was perfectly ok chatting with him until he laid the “Do you come here often?” line on me and that’s when my inner Bridget Jones kicked in.

I mumbled over responses to the “what do you do?” question and him teasingly asking why I assumed he was in the creative industry.

I swear I am an expert at cockblocking myself.

Sigh…

At that point, his colleague joined us and my new crush said:

“This is Richard. Richard, this is… I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name?”

Me: “Fazielah and you are?”

Him: “That’s a beautful name. How do you spell that? Oh, and I am Dave”

And just as I was about to say something vaguely flirtateous, my coffee order came up and the moment was lost.

F***!

i threw a hasty and blushing goodbye at the guys over my shoulder, as I went back to my seat.

Between giggling everytime I looked up to see Dave looking at me and writing my mobile number down on my business card to give to him, I was in proper girly mode!

Alas, by the time I worked up the nerve to actually go back and give him my card, Dave the Wonderful has vanished into thin air.

Story of my goddamned life!

Gods, HELP ME!