06/18/15 20 year old jnuggs gets back from her first week at her internship and responds to a #yikyak post offering a ticket to the sold-out The Strokes show at Hyde Park. Having scoured Facebook at work all week, I am juust desperate enough to meet a faceless, what I’m sure is dweeby hipster kid in a part of London I’ve never been to do the deed.
I stumble out of London Bridge station during rush hour and swim upstream 30 minutes late to the Shard, where, I kid you not, the hottest PwC consultant is waiting outside. Flabbergasted and underdressed, I pull my ziploc full of notes out of my spandex — not kidding — as when I arrived the week prior, I had gotten my purse, ID, cards, and nikon stolen at a pub. With a chuckle, he waves my hand away and sends me on my way with not one, but two tickets. I am obviously too mortified to text this dude ever again.
So guys, all of this is to ask - Is he The One Who Got Away? Should I text him when I come through next month? Does he have kids now? Can he give me a job???