What the fuck I'm already half way to work and out of anger I get off in a place I don't know much at all about so I find the nearest bus stop waiting...for the next bus and begion a journey of a lifetime. I notice this guy, big chest, HUGE arms a body builder type standing next to me and we begin to bullshit. He kinda looks like the cage fighter Urijah Faber and as we were chatting the words "ex boyfriend" slip out of my mouth and with that, thats all he needed. So he invited me back to his. .. it's Mecca for nerds and geeks... of who's ranks I am a proud member. I, however, am not the stereotypical geek. I'm 5'11” with dirty-blonde hair, gray-blue eyes, and an average build. The job was fun, and paid well, if you don't mind dealing with stupid people all day. The only problem was that it was impossible to concentrate as I would be constantly thinking of the blonde beauty across the hall. The last week of July was when it all changed for me.I was just sitting in their basement,. The place was full of people, dancing and having fun. A girl with long straight dark hair, walked across the dance floor towards me. She wore a not so typical little black dress. It was very figure hugging and low cut. She looked above the crowd, the type of look that could silence a room (and possibly would, if I wasn't playing loud dance music). Her high heels made her hips swing slightly as she stepped towards me. She leant on the counter at the side of the DJ box. Her already, high lifted. I had fractured my ankle while working on a building site. He was a West Indian Physiother****t at my local hospital, and became my physio for ten weeks after. We had got on so well we actually had been out for a drink a few times after my treatment. He was a great guy, but I lost touch when I left London to work abroad for a couple of years. I know it sounds funny, but there was no embarrassment on either side. We just started talking about old times, forgetting where we were and that he was.