What Happens in Glastonbury

Totally MIA

So, after that afternoon when we met for coffee where I probably completely creeped him out by staring at him like a stalker, (drooling a little too), I didn't hear from him at all for the next two weeks. Well, can you blame him? I was hardly surprised. I literally sat and stared at him for two hours straight, I didn't hear a word he said to me the whole time, couldn't really tell you anything we talked about, I was in some kind of 'beautiful-man coma' - it's a thing, trust me!

So, I absolutely don't blame him for running a mile! I'd have judged him if he hadn't to be honest.

The only problem was....

I couldn't stop thinking about him. (Ffs!)

He was my first thought on waking up, he crept into my head all day long meaning I got very little work done, I was constantly distracted by the image of him in my mind, my inner voice going over everything I wish I had said to him, lying in bed at night I wished I'd got to know him, I barely knew who he was at all, I didn't even know his last name! Yet something was drawing me to him, more and more with every passing day. To the point where I sat up in bed early one morning and actually thought, I wonder if I could find him if I just went to Toronto, how hard could it be? Assuming he would be going home for Christmas, I spent the remainder of that day googling flights and places that hot guys might hang out in Toronto, wasting a full 12-hour day when I should have been finishing up my last assignments before the Christmas break, I gave up on the idea when I realised I'd never got on a plane on my own before and had no idea how to get from the airport terminal door to the plane by myself.

The next day I woke up and the thoughts of going to find him hadn't left my mind, so I got up and rushed downstairs to find Zoe and convince her that my deluded thoughts were the best idea anyone had ever had. I was optimistic to say the least.

She was sitting at the breakfast bar in her dressing gown, sipping coffee, her eyes blackened with yesterday's mascara and her blonde hair looked like she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards! She had a kind of drunk happy expression on her sleepy face.

"Lemme guess. You saw Sam last night?!" I teased; it was obvious from the state of her.

Her smile got bigger, but she continued sipping her coffee, partially covering her mouth with the large mug so I couldn't see her guilty smirk.

"Don't know why I even bothered to ask; you've got sex hair!" I said as I flicked the kettle on again.

Zoe laughed, spitting her tea across the breakfast bar. Narrowly missing me.

"Eww" I groaned

"Sorry!" She said, still laughing.

Whilst she was happy, I thought I would float my ground-breaking idea past her.

"Do you have any plans with Sam for New Year?" I asked with my back to her as I made my coffee.

"He'll be with his wife!" She replied, sarcastically.

"So no, I won't see him on New Year's Eve" she added. Despite the way she joked about it, I knew it hurt.

"Well, I was wondering if you might want to go away for a few days for New Year. I don't want to spend it at home and London is ridiculous on New Year's Eve isn't it. We'd need to take out another mortgage to be able to buy drinks on New Year's Eve!" I was barely even joking; London prices were ridiculous. I knew Sam would give us free drinks all night if we stayed in his bar but spending New Year's Eve watching Zoe agonise over Sam and his wife working in the bar didn't seem like the most fun way to spend New Year's.

"Yeah, that's a good idea, but where?" She asked

"Well..." I started, preparing myself to totally sell this to her

"I was thinking.... Toronto?" I said cautiously awaiting backlash!

She didn't disappoint.

"TORONTO?! Please tell me there's a Toronto in Devon that I don't know about and you don't mean Toronto, Canada?!" Zoe questioned, screwing up her face in the same confused way that Jesse did almost every time I spoke!

"Uh. Yes" I replied

"What? Why? Why Toronto?!" Zoe asked

"Um.. it's.... uh...a good exchange rate?" I joked, shrugging my shoulders. Zoe laughed.

"What's in Toronto Olivia?" Asked Zoe, sternly, tilting her head in a condescending way like a parent would to a lying child.

"Juh....eh.........see" I said under my breath. Zoe laughed.

"What's that now? I can't hear you" Zoe teased

"Fine!! Jesse!! Jesse lives there!" I admitted, Zoe laughed.

"I thought you didn't like him?! You spent the entire night trying to get away from him" Zoe reminded me

"I thought you were going to suggest a nice cottage in the Cotswolds or something, not bloody a Toronto!" Said Zoe

"Bad idea then?" I asked, biting my lip

"Yeah babe, not sure it's a good idea to fly thousands of miles to seek out a guy you've briefly met twice. I think there's a word for people that do that" laughed Zoe

"Sweet?" I questioned

"Nope, stalker" Zoe corrected me.

Hmm I frowned. Didn't really have a plan B.