and he took awesome care of her.
From Saturday, when she got off the plane from Newcastle, and he greeted her with, “It’s about damn time. Oh, wait, I mean welcome to London,” until Tuesday, when they did lunch and she left for the airport, they were apparently thick as thieves. He showed her a lot more of London than she would ever have been able to do on her own, including taking her to Heaven. (It’s a club, people, calm down.) She did manage to get hit on by the “only straight guy in the place”, at which point Illuminatiprimus came up behind the guy as they were dancing, doing the thumbs up or thumbs down? thing, and then pulling her away when she gave him thumbs down. Maybe not knight in shining armor, but knight in club shirt at least. She tells me they didn’t eat the same kind of food twice the whole time she was there; they did Persian, Sushi, Indian, Italian, Spanish, finally getting around to English the last day, in the canteen where he works. When she got off the plane back here and I asked her how they got along, she exclaimed, “Oh, my gosh, he’s my new best friend!” Next to the possible brewery they found at Dilston Castle, where she was doing archaeology field school, this “new best friend” is what we’ve heard about most since she’s been home.
I just asked her what all they saw, and she started down the list. Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, London Bridge, the Tower (she drooled over the crown jewels), Buckingham Palace, Hyde Park, St. James, the Globe Theatre, and then it started getting long.
And the really cool thing? He was prepared for the possibility that they might not hit it off. He had maps and brochures and such to give her, if she had to do it on her own. It seems he didn’t need them after all. He tells me it was fun showing her around, and it gave him a chance to do some things he usually doesn’t do. I’m giving him A+++ marks for all of it. I think I like the boy.