I met you in the CHE bar in Blackpool last weekend (22/01/11). I knew 2 things the minute i saw you; i had to kiss you and that you'd get me beaten up.

I was the Irish guy with my 2 friends. The black guy was with your little blond friend till she went off with someone else.

You wore a little black dress, heels and had a silver purse you kept dropping. And my shirt after i gave it to you.

Luckily i got to kiss you and didn't get beaten up. I had a great night and was really looking forward to meeting you the next day. Neither of us had phones so you said how about we meet at a certain place. Great, until i found the piece of paper you wrote on. You have the worst writing i have ever seen. I read it as either Hourns Hill or Mourns Hill. Neither of which i could find.

So i got my train. And i looked on google map and found a HOUNDS HILL in the centre of town and when i read it i realized that was it It was about 3 then and i was on a fast train to London.

We decided that we should spend a night on the beach when it gets warmer, drinking and talking shit again. And i hope you read this. I really would like to. We said during the summer but Lets just wear more clothes and do it soon.

I know the chances are slim you will read this but i hope you do.

I still think you are sweet even if you hated me saying it.