Last day in London and my what a trip it’s been. I tnink my trip to the London Museum sums it all up.

On my way in, I see parade barriers and realize that I’d forgotten that the Lord Mayor’s Parade was that morning. I hadn’t planned on attending as I was SUPOSED to have a long session with someone who cancelled at the last minute. Oh well, I’ve missed tons of parade’s in my lifetime. No biggie. I’m a little peckish and see an italian deli a block from the museum and deside to eat there after a quick walk through the museum.

By the time I get through the museum, and start heading back to the deli, I see the parade. Oops. I guess it was just getting ready to start when I went in the museum. I head back to the deli to grab a sandwich and watch as I’m starving at this point.

I get to the deli and it’s closed. All the lovely meats and cheeses locked up tight. And I’m trapped on street corner, watching the parade, and the sandwiches, and not able to cross to the tube stop.

About 5 minutes in I’m bored out of my skull and starving and the mini brigade comes into sight. I grab my camera out of my bag to snap a picture and the unbelievable happens.

A british man starts flirting with me! I had no idea they could do it, and, in case you have not seen this, as I’m sure few have, it is indeed a strange and akward sight.

Him: oh. Yeah. I forgot this was happening or I would have brought my camera too.

Me: Oh?

Him: Yeah. I work at the Museum of London.

Me: Oh.

Him: Yeah…. I run the air conditioning and heating. Can’t seem to get it right today. It’s cold in there. I wouldn’t go today if I were you. Although it’s quite nice out today.

Me: It’s actually nicer then I thought it would be.

Him: Yeah it is. It was really cold last week. And who knows. It might be really cold next week. but now, it’s really nice. Was it cold when you arrived?

Me: No, it was actually every nice. I arrived on Tuesday.

Him: Oh yes, Tuesday it was quite nice. You just missed the cold.

Me: Oh.

Akward silence as I go back to watching the parade….

Him: It might get real cold before you leave though. I mean, if you are staying until next week.

OH, My! This is when I realize… he is… in his own, british way, flirting with me. Nothing at all the the Scottish man who simply stood closer and closer to me, smiling and staring during the tour of Westminster, nor the French boy who simply offered to plug his number into my cell in case I wanted to have coffee anytime, anytime at all, or the indian boy who followed me endlessly and asked to take me out for a drink or the adorable French girl who followed me home to my hotel and then wouldn’t leave again. This was, im my fairly well travelled opinion, the most akward, and at the same time BORING flirting situation ever. How do these people ever procreate?? Perhaps with the french, scottish and indians…

In the 10-15 minutes I was trapped on the corner with him, he continued to talk about the weather until my eyes glazed over.

I never thought I would long for the days when boys would be direct and to the point.

Can I take you to dinner?

No thank you.

No akward silence. No wasted time.