2003-03-25 8:51 am

Hanging Out In Camden With A Girl From LA

Yet another girl stopped me in the street, this time in Camden.

"Take your headphones off," she said.

I was already in love. She had creamy ivory skin and dyed black hair. Large brown eyes.

"I want you to hang out with me," she said. "Will you hang out with me?"

"Uh...."

"I don't have anything to do, so I thought we could go and get a coffee?"

"Um...."

She kind of smiled shyly and looked up at me out from under her fringe. Many men would die to look into those eyes as they peeped up through those locks of hair. I'm 98% certain she knew exactly what she was doing.

So we spent the rest of the evening together, until she had to go to a pub to meet friends. They were having a sort of memorial evening for a guy who had killed himself. I decided it would be best to stay away, charmed as I was by the American girl.

She made me wear her tight black jacket. She refused to show me an old passport photo, and she lifted my T-Shirt up.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked.

"I wanted to see your stomach," she replied.

She was strange. But I liked her.

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