A Different Life

I was working the bar as I do most other Thursday nights when low & behold someone I hadn't seen for about 4 years came in and stirred a memory long forgotten. It was a lass I was kinda seeing for a while whilst at uni (not for very long, we had a few dates and that was about it, I ended up getting back with one of my long-term uni ex's instead). She was avery pretty girl, but she was always a little indescisive, and besides I wasn't really over the aforementioned ex so it came to naught. Anyway, after we broke things off she very kindly informed me that her parents were ex-pats living in Bali and that I missed out on many potential holidays there (yes, thanks for that...). Apparently she is just about to start up a dive-school in Bali (where she lives, she must be the only person on Earth who lives in Indonesia and visits Scarborough on her holidays!) and so I was cordially invited to go out and visit, if I so wished.

Am I the only one who wishes that sometimes life turns out dufferently?

I forgot to get her e-mail address in the end so this entire story is pretty pointless now isn't it?

Bugger.