Date from...??? Who the hell knows but it was crazy

So last night was officially my first date with Mr. Graham. How did it go? Well let's just say it was the most eventful date I've EVER had.

Graham called to say he would catch a taxi to my flat from the train station. Well good thing he did. I got STUCK in my room due to the the door handle breaking. I have no idea how it happened. I just shut the door and it wouldn’t reopen. NO WAY OUT!!! So scary. My flatmates were too incompetent to call fucking security. Really Is that possible? I repeatedly told them the number all the while they couldn’t figure out how to use a phone. Honestly WTF?? Are they in grad school? Yes! Who did they pay? Still nothing, so I called the accommodation people myself. WTF???

Pollock Halls sent over 2 idiots that wanted to argue that it was my deadbolt. I could see the door handle tongue piece was stuck, but whatever. The security guard later insisted that he climb into my room via the window. Mind you I live on the 2nd floor. Um really? Is that allowed? Can you imagine that fool and I sitting in my prison cell playing cards? Because honestly what the hell was he going to do? PLUS PLUS PLUS I had to pee. Lovely.

So while my flatmates sat in the kitchen and gossiped about me, I cried on the phone to a few friends. Marc was an ass and made fun of me. Megan was a sweetheart. Both responses were exactly what I needed to smile and laugh at the situation.The flatmates didn't ask if i needed anything and acted almost offended when I asked them to help me try to get the door knob off. (but this was after i left a nasty note in the kitchen about how they leave food on the counter for days, but whatever).

A few attempts were made to warn Graham of the scene he was about to enter. Unfortunately his ghetto cell phone was dead. Nice work! Eventually he called back to only be informed that our date would be delayed due to me being trapped in my room. Some laughter of course followed my statement.

Upon his arrival he said "if you didn't want to go out you could have just told me." haha It was really funny, but of course my flatmates weren’t impressed.
The flatmates awkwardly exited the crime scene and left Graham and I to a conversation through my door. The hookers were horrible hostesses....no water, food, or conversation was offered to the poor soul. He had no idea what he was signing up for when he asked me to hang out. I'm sure he's second guessed himself and deleted my number. bahahahaha.

In the end Graham got to be a “hero” by helping to pry my door frame open. haha. I was just standing there at the door the entire time. Just like a fairytale...a prince charming saves the day by freeing the fair maiden from her tower of hell. Too bad this maiden isn’t fair and there was no white horse! Frog into a prince? Perhaps.

But my hair and outfit looked good when I emerged. haha. We went to dinner at like 9 (luckily he only had to sit outside my door for 30 minutes before I was freed). We also had drinks after dinner, but by that time it was midnight and he had to work today. Of course the night couldn’t end normally. Graham has an allergy to the cold. Yes, it is a real allergy...wikipedia that shit! We exited the bar to find the weather rainy, windy, and cold. No good for people allergic to the cold! haha. We ran to my house in the rain only to find Graham’s face swollen upon our arrival. Poor thing looked like a wrinkly old man. So sad, yet sooooooo funny.

Today was of course an adventure as well. We got up around 9 so he could catch a train at 10. About 5 minutes after the man’s departure I discovered a large set of keys on my table...um clearly not mine. After immediately thinking FUCK...I threw on some clothes (not very well mind you). My outfit consisted of some jeans, a t-shirt (no bra), and shoes. I grabbed my phone and wallet and started calling him. Unfortunately his phone died last night.

I ran to tesco (about a mile away) and then caught a cab. But the cab got caught in traffic, so i paid, hopped out, and ran to the station. I probably ran passed him in the station because he got on just a bit before me. I bought a ticket and ran to catch the train, but went in the wrong direction. Finally figured out where to go and ran to the train...only to sit there for like 10 minutes before the train left.

Luckily he was on the 10 AM train. I put his keys down in front of him and said “you looking for these?”. haha. I stayed on the train, and we chatted all the way to Glasgow. I could've gotten off, but i figured since I bought the ticket I should go to Primark. haha. I bought 2 swimsuits, a shirt and a belt all for £20. Go me!!!

So now I'm home a few hours later and exhausted!