28th July 2011

9.00pm

Dear N.,

I was at the station this morning, waiting for the 10.23 am train for London and guess what? Out of the blue a blonde stopped by to ask for a lighter. At the moment, I spat out that I had none of those, since, as you know, I do not smoke. Yet, the Yankee (for yes, he was a Yankee, boisterus and rude all the way), kept on bothering me, saying nonsense such as "Why, don't you have any Zippo here in the Old World?" or "Canada is twenty times more advanced than you. I mean, CA-NA-DA.". He was already getting on my nerves, when he asked what train I was going to catch. Suspecting he might be some kind of thief, I told him I was just waiting for a friend. Wrong choice! He just went on with his inquiry, asking who this friend was and blahblahblah. Heavens, he never shut his mouth! Lucky me, I fished out my mobile and pretended to be texted just in time to catch my train. Still, who would have said that Alfred (That's his name) would've taken that same train?

After some random chit-chatting, he eventually blurted out his mobile number and forced me to save it on my phone, along with his name, so I could add him on Facebook. As if I would! Yet, he managed to find me, as I can see now. "Alfred ' Awesome Jones sent you a friend request". His message states "Hi, blondie! It's been a while! Up for some texting?".

Yes, I've just added him and he's currently texting me. Don't be so surprised, he's a jerk, but he knows how to play his cards. When we were on the train, he asked me to call him "Just to verify if I got the right sequence.". Apparently, that's a mischievous trick to get someone's mobile number. Anyway. We were on the lower floor, as it's easier to escape from there than from the stairs. You never know with strangers.

You may not believe it, but I had a great time with him. All my prejudices disapperared after a loooooooooong talk about what we really enjoy the most. I really had a nice time, seriously. Now, I'm about to hear from him again in a couple of minutes. I shall get back to write to you as soon as something interesting happens.

10.00 pm.

He says I've got a nice butt. Well, not the compliment I expected, but I can't say I do not appreciate it. Yet, I told him he's a wanker who should keep his eyes shut before I scratch them out with a rake. I do not want him to get the wrong impression.

11.44pm

"Good night, princess."

Should I feel offended or insulted? I really don't know.
Alfred asked me out on Saturday - I accepted. Is it wrong if I'm already choosing what shirt to wear?
At any rate, I'll keep you informed.

And you? Will you keep on spying in Arthur's Diary with me?

Note: The chapters will have a different length depending on Arthur. Just imagine going through the pages of a real diary or chatting with a friend about your life via mail.

All the best,
-Z.