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I went to Wales today, to photograph a girl I messaged on the internet. Her room was so messy. On the way home, I stood at Cardiff Kingsway Stop GQ. The bus seemed to be late and each coach that came was not the one home. A woman came by me, and asked whether she had missed the one I was waiting for. We ended up talking, then we went to stand together, then we end up sitting and yet all of the minutes gone by.. The coach had not come. The operator on the line for the company told us that it would be 45 minutes from now, meaning we would get into London Victoria very late. She then offers to drive me home. Two others join us. A girl who is going to Comic Con, she has packed her outfit in her bag. She is very small, did not eat at all when I was in her presence and had interesting views and a lifestyle I’d never got so close to in all of my cancelled friendships over the last few [teenage] years. The boy studied Physiotherapy, and I could have fucked him in the toilet if he let me. The boy was strange. He played trumpet, listened to old music - Teenagers in Love [which is what our designated driver had on her CD ‘Summer of Love’} - and then wanted to state about how boring he was compared to the rest of us sitting in the car.  

The driver.

Lets talk about the designated driver.

So, she works at a law firm. Is it bad that I completely forgot the details? Well yes, she works at a law firm and lives between Cardiff and London. She seemed a bit of a shambles but it was pulling me more towards asking questions about her life. I am going to text her some skincare recommendations. We stop at her house before we started to drive on the motorway to pick up her air-fryer which in her eyes, was a mini RTD2. Forgot to mention, we also had to drop her ‘ab slider’ off at the office before this. It was a large glass building, where her firm occupied all levels. The bathroom in the lobby was beautiful and well lit. It did not smell of much in there. Our drivers car however, smelt of Burberry, Weekend. Continuously sprayed over us, maybe one of us carried a stench? The time it passed in the car, the CD came on, we all got to know each other better.

As the car pulled into the city I call home, all of us flying our way down the motorway in the Burberry smelling box into Ealing, we ended up on the topic of star signs. Turning out that all of us had ‘compatible’ star signs which began to fulfil the belief in star signs in my head, as the dynamic in the car was insatiable, open, comfortable and nothing I had so closely felt before - with exception to meeting the woman who owned that huge warehouse photo studio in Peckham in Autumn 2016.

It perplexed me as earlier in the day, the girl who I came to Wales to photograph, we also saw that our personalities blossomed over the others in constant. Turns out, her mum is into astrology, and she said she’ll read my birth chart and figure some things out for me!

Back to the car.

We are on the topic of star signs, ble ble ble.. Then! Our designated driver begins to ask the Libra boy… “so… me and a Libra man are on a break you know? Having a.. breather? What are Libra men looking for???”. Two hours before this, she mentioned a man, who is a friend of hers, likes her and how uncomfortable it has made her, because she cant see anything with him, even if he is ‘nice’. I had the feeling she’s in love with the Libra. This type of behaviour is like a mirror to my eyes. Then, the pestering began.. Libra boy, what do Libra men WANT!!! Tell me!!!! I need to know, don’t tell me that you don’t date and the girls in the bars in Wales aren’t what you’re looking for! Tell me” The persistence converted the topic into something much more serious than just a passing relatable thought between us about star signs. Our designated driver had big feelings and boy were they filling up the car, quick!

Shortly after this, we arrive at Hanger Lane, in Harrow. We exit the car, say our thanks. The girl who was in a different way, went to meet her father with heavy bags on her shoulders. Libra and I walked to the station and both went to use the metal bathrooms. Wow, the bathrooms were unusual. Metal walls, metal everywhere. But the dryers.. the dryers were old! The dryers were DRY! Must I mention, the other girl who was with her father, also was in the bathroom, and we ended up talking between the thick metal walls of the cubicle. “So, Can I take your photograph? Can I come to a rally in Snowdonia? I love the makeup” I ask, I pester, I let it be known that I want her in my camera!

We now are on the platform, separated. Libra on one side, with me. Girl on right with her father, they’re getting on my train also. I say bye to Libra, give him a hug and wonder if I should have said something more. The hug was an experience. The air was chilled but not too cold, my coat stench of damp rain from Wales lingered. Hugging. Feeling his hip push against mine, he was not a stranger anymore and neither was the bones on his body. Lower body. Push UP.

No no no no. Train is here. BYE. Lovely to meet you, lovely to spend time with you, call me if you’re in my area, lets grab a drink! Have a good journey back to Wales on Monday! Yikes..

It’s gotten to that point where my ovary is asking me if I am truly okay.

Back to the platform, standing on the right, I shuffled over. With girl and dad. Dad has the most unique glasses, I find out on the train that he used to be an optimetrist. Decided for a career change and is now a daytime tV video editor at a big television channel in White City. This is great but also, what will happen when we all stop watching TV, TV? TV TV TV. That type of TV? Lets cross that bridge when we get to it. Hmm.. So yea… We’re sitting there and well he is just talking and I cant really hear much but I keep nodding. His daughter is looking away, then looks at me every now and then, and she smiles. Theres a sense of discomfort in her eyes, but it was my stop. Say your goodbyes and get off the train, then go on in your bubble away from all of the bubble inside that car. Playing Teenager in Love. Playing Sh Boom Sh Boom with it’s much too excited trumpets, that scare you the first time you listen to the song and possibly 6 times after.

Todays life lesson was, not much of a life lesson but more of a dose of life. To leave your bubble and to move and connect.. wow does that do something. It opens up opportunity to believe that not everything is as intense as it may feel. Not everything is as big as it seems. As to you it’s a big project but to a stranger, it could be a slice of nonsense handed on a well decorated plate.

Lets keep it moving! No bubble behaviour, I am trying to breathe outdoors.