We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers,
who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly,
all at once, before a word has been spoken.
Fyodor Dostoevsky

It’s pretty up here and I simply want for him to remember it was all in his head. Furthermore, it was foolish to strike up an acquaintance with me in the pub with the glass of cider and eternally prosing about the weather and blinding my couldn't-care-less attitude towards this obscure specimen.
Well, you can never pretend, don’t try to defend it, it was all in your head and I just wanted to know - in the city people act like strangers and I never get to see you anymore even with my telephone number as I have call filter on my blackberry. Obviously, I could appear aggrieved at the insult from some another jerk but I am not that kind of girl.. as some milksop. Nobody can frustrate my plans for evening cause I have fellas and co-conspirators who are always wanting to be in on the act, speaking naturally - toujour et encore prist.