Not quite the stupidest plan I’ve ever had, but pretty close
So I’d had a lovely evening with the Starlet but what was next? She was going back across the pond and wouldn’t be back for a while.
She did say something that I did remember through the fug of drunkenness. That she’d like to do a play, in London. I didn’t give it a lot of thought, I didn’t know anyone in that world, but I did store it away for later.
On Saturday I met a not-quite-a-chum-yet. I didn’t know her exactly, but we had scores of mutual friends and since we happened to be in almost exactly the same part of London (Twitter saves the day again) we decided to meet for a coffee.
Which turned out to be a gin.
Gin makes magic things happen
It was lovely and while talking about all sorts of pleasant nonsense she mentioned that she was a theatre producer and she was looking for projects. I suddenly remembered that thing that the Starlet said about a play, so I asked the Theatre Producer if she might be interested in The Starlet for a project.
She said potentially yes, but we’d need a script.
This got my mind racing. Could be the method to lure the Starlet back to London? It could be.
Before I could find out more details I had to scamper off to meet another chum and then onto a birthday party and the Theatre Producer had to go off to a wedding so we parted way with plans to talk.
Much later that evening
At the birthday I drank quite a lot of booze. I sent the Starlet a text mentioning I’d just had coffee with a Theatre Producer who was game if we could find the right script.
She was delighted by this, and there were vague plans to meet up for drinks later after she had finished work. On her instructions I tried to get hold of our mutual friend to find out where I should go but sadly my phone was running out of power.
I just managed to send out a text about my phone dying before it finally gave up. Which I hope would have added to my mysterious an enigmatic nature. It was a shame we didn’t get another night of boozing though.
The next day a few more text messages were exchanged, where the Starlet reiterated that she really wanted to work with me.
So if I want to see her again I’ve got to magic up the perfect play, or write it myself. It’s not the stupidest thing I’ve done to impress a girl but it’s got to be in the top five.