The Australian Surfer

This Australian surfer I had hooked up with was in London and I messaged him on Facebook and casually told him I was going to be there for the day for work and would love to meet up after if he was around. 

It was a total lie – there was no work. I took a 3-hour bus there with the intention of seeing him, banking on the fact that he was free. I even packed toothpaste and deodorant in my purse with the hopes I would stay over. 

Luckily, he was available and not working since he was moving back to Australia in two days! I told him I finished work earlier (lie) so we met up for lunch, then for drinks, then for dinner, then for more drinks. He didn’t have an apartment so ended up getting a hotel room because we didn’t want the night to end. We had breakfast and I went home and on that three hours bus ride I wrote a love letter that I never sent. 

I’m pretty sure I have that letter stashed away somewhere in my boxes from the past. Was it actually love? Probably not. But it was an exciting day I never talked about.