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LanaLonnie
Philadelphia, PA, USA
I met you, Raymond MacGregor, out front of the White Swan Pub in Covent Garden on Saturday, October 24, 2015). You were with your friend who lives in London and you were there for a visit. The two of you were such gentlemen, but I instantly took a liking to you. It was sweet when you bought me a rose from the street vendor who walked up to us, then you invited me along with you to a pub down the corner and carried my bags and held on to them for me when I used the ladies room. (I trusted you – almost a complete stranger – enough to hold my bags, which, in hindsight was really stupid, but, what can I say? I simply trusted you). Anyhow, later, in the Lamb and Flag Pub, you asked to see a photo on my iPhone of my husband, which I thought was strange and I think you were wondering why I was married to him. I'm not sure if you were trying to hint that you were better looking, more appealing, or in some way trying to tell me you wanted me(??). Anyhow, I should've invited you back to my room, which is what I really wanted to do (I've never invited any man back to my room, just for the record). At the very least, I should've asked for your contact info. Now I can't stop thinking of you and I'm searching for you like mad. I feel that we had a connection and would stop at nothing to try to find you if only to know if you feel the same. I've never done anything like this before. As soon as I left that bar, I was kicking myself for not telling you that I wanted you. Blew my chance on 24/10/2015 @ 22:00
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