I was working at Alexandra Palace. I was waitering with a guy called RV. It was a massive banquet / function, in which we were serving massive round tables in structured order.
All that I remember was walking around and occasionally making eye / physical contact with this guy. And how it felt. I felt aroused, like there was some primal beast awakening within me. I could not tell if he felt it, too. We introduced ourselves to one another. We took the Piccadilly Line back into London together with a few of the girls who were also waitering with us. I remember that one of them with whom I was friendly seemed to be throwing knowing looks / smiles in our direction. She seemed to be picking up on what was going on. When we were on the tube, we were holding hands (I think). But I remember feeling strange and uncomfortable like I had opened up to this guy.
RV & I exchanged numbers and said that we would meet up soon.
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