The Gods are conspiring against my decision to stay single. Putting ideas in my head and then- in a twist worthy of a film script- put me in the same bar as an unfinished business from a year ago.

So, in reference to a blog I wrote a year ago (before I ever arrived here):

How to smuggle a Scotsman in a kilt 25th May 2007

Drunk A_ has a heart of pure gold. Her happy and generous disposition, when greatly under the influence, induces her to pick up stray Glaswegians stranded in Edinburgh for the night.
Case study: last night.
Venue: Garibaldi's
Event: Larry's 21st birthday party
Thus the setting for A_ disproving her own theory that you can never have too much vodka because a lot of vodka "doesn't make me drunk" was set. This is a lie, too much vodka makes her very drunk. So much so, in fact, that she emptied her purse all over the floor because she just let go of it. And then, due to a slight loss of balance whilst dancing, fell into a sitting position in the middle of the dancefloor.

Anyway, just as the night was coming to a premature end (damn BST), I found myself flanked by 3 men. Two of which wore kilts and one was wearing a rather brave shooting and fishing type of tweed sports suit. The latter was unsuccessfully trying to finish a pitcher of cocktail.
"That's a big drink for one person, I had little ones not a big one." Says I.
"Well, my dear, have some of mine, I can't finish the damn thing. I always like sharing my drink with a beautiful woman."
"Oh, shall I go and find one for you?"
I suddenly notice the taller of the two kilt wearers and wow. He was Hot. Yes, with an H.
"Hi I'm Craig.. I'm from Glasgow, he's not really Scottish, he pretends to be from Perth."
"Ooh.. but you don't have a weegie accent, you have a Perthshire accent!" I exclaim.
"Noo you've seen through my front! Now I'll have to talk to you more to try and get some dirt on you.."

Anyway, I managed to shake them off with the help of Ryry, the universal moustachioed sidekick. He posed as my boyfriend whilst they floated off to find other ladies.
Fast forward about 30 mins later, Lou, Ry, myself and gg are chatting outside when Hottie McHot comes over to talk to me... it's all very nice and before I realise, everyone else has disappeared and it's just us and he's offering to walk me home. Which he did.
So we get to my flat and I have absolutely no intention of anything and we chat for a bit and my friend John walks past and has a little chat and I come up with the 'perfect' solution..
"If only I didn't have to wake up at 6:30am to catch my flight home.." [a lie]
"6:30!! bloody hell... Shall I give you a lift to the airport?"
"Er.. well wheres your car parked?" [plan backfiring.. shit shit]
"Queens st.. i think"
"Oh no, well that'll take too long to go and get it, the bus I need is jsut around the corner, I'll get that in the morning.. thanks for walking me home though!"
"Seriously, it would be no effort and if you let me crash on your couch, it'll be a fitting payback."
"You dont' want to wake up at 6:30am with the amount you've drunk.."
"Well let me take you to the airport, I really want to see you again, you're so gorgeous and unusual." [Hmm. unusual.]
"Ha, don't be silly. Well you have my number now so if you're really that keen then give me a ring at 6:30am" [dangerous, he could call my bluff]

Fastforward.. Kilted stranger is now standing in living room..
"Thanks so much for lending me your couch.."
"No problem.. I'll be kicking you out at 7am though, just so that you know........" [how did the hot guy end up in my living room...]
So.... obviously a wee kiss goodnight- I mean, he was seriously hot. Like a good looking young alec baldwin with sort of really pale turquoise eyes.. man....................

So how do you smuggle a kilted Scot at 10am once you've realised that your plan has seriously backfired?
"I exagerrated about the plane time, it's at noon but I'm leaving for the bus now...."
I think he suspected I was lying about the whole thing anyway but in my drunken state I even went so far as to pack a small suitcase, get ready and then wait at the bus stop until he'd walked away and a bus had been..... I'm sure he's have understood if I asked him to leave politely. Oh well, vodka is a funny drink.
Still though, the hottest guy I have ever ever ever pulled... it was good. Worth the walk of shame in the morning.

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So! How does this relate to last night? I haven't seen this guy since the morning he left over a year ago. He texted/rang regularly up until easter 2008 but I was either out of the country (Ghana, Cyprus, France etc) and then latterly- seeing M so we never met up.

Last night I decided to wear a dress, make an effort, pretend to be a girl. I turn up at Garibaldi's for the first time in months with my irish pals and we immediately try to get people to buy us drinks (a fun game- and easy when you're with G who is uniquely stunning.) She hones in on a big beared guy who claims to be a farmer- he happily buys her a cocktail and she staunters off.
"You shoudl totally talk to the big guy, he'll buy you a drink"
"What's his name?" I ask..
"I don't know! I just let him pay for my drink- I'm not chatting him up!"
So I go and wait at the bar, avoiding eye contact with beardy who reacts as expected and shifts position to be in my line of sight.
"Hi, I'm hugh"
"Hey, I'm A_" etc... he steps aside to let me get to the bar after a brief chat about farming.By stepping aside, he reveals a man who'd been next to him the whole time. He's hot. With an H. He catches my eye, mutual recognition follows.
"Hi! I didn't recognise you without your kilt"
"I wondered if you remembered me- I noticed you earlier"
blah blah... anyway, we chat for about 30 minutes, I get a drink (woo hoo!) then he says: "So how come we never met again? You know, you're as lovely as you were the night we first met. I really really fancied you."
"Just bad timing I guess.. "
He said he deleted my number from his phone because it embarrassed him to get no reply to texts. Though in fairness to myself- he used to text at 3am which in my book, is not a genuine sentiment more than a booty call. I showed him I still had his- he took mine back and suggested taking me to dinner. I'm mulling it over- true, there's someone else I like better but they live too far away and also, would it be leading him on if I don't want a relationship?
The problem is: he's hot and seriously eligible (part of the annual ski holiday/rugby crowd of genteel Scotland) but I just can't read him. His eyes are far too blue. And when we kissed, I couldn't help but think I'd had a better kiss recently and with someone funnier and more like me.