The Predator Strikes Again…

I am not entirely sure how I came to have the nickname ‘the predator’ amongst friends, but I certainly hope it isn’t because they think I look like this…

Potentially it is due to my occasional club pulling antics, I pick a guy I like and by the end of the night I have a number and a date for the following week. I seek out my pray, I pounce, I conquer. (sadly this isn’t the norm and doesn’t work every time)

So with my nickname in tow it wasn’t any surprise that after seeing a cute guy on the boat across to Koh Phangan it was only a matter of time before I had the number and a date… Only this time it took a little longer.

I had seen Phil while getting on the boat and heard the distinctive northern English accent (I’m a sucker for a Northern boy) and followed to sit close and start up conversation. Sadly he moved to a more air conditioned spot and after already putting down my backpack n getting out my pillow, I thought to follow again would move from predator to stalker territory, so I stayed put.

Next I saw him on the taxi, but being in the last few weeks of travel I hopped off to save £2 and walk to my hotel ‘that pays for my dinner’ I shouted back to the taxi full of people ‘good luck walking’ he shouted back… Hurrah a conversation. One step closer.

Fast forward 10 days and I was STILL on Koh Phangan, had vaguely seen my ‘prey’ from a distance but it wasn’t until day ten I had my chance to say hello

‘Hi, you’ve been here ages… I see you EVERYWHERE’ I shouted down the street.

A surprised but smiling face ‘ha, you are the second person to say that to me tonight’

*clearly I have competition*

We instantly hit it off, with our northern banter and home town connections, swapped blogs and I was on my way. (it was 4am and this was supposed to be my quiet night)

A few days later we were twitter followers, facebook friends, swapped numbers and had arranged to meet on Railay beach, all this after only meeting for 5 minutes… the joys of travel.

When I arrived via long tail to the ‘pier’ (a concrete slab half underwater) there was a brief half hour where I thought I had been stood up… but it turned out he was waiting in the wrong spot, and once we finally found each other the banter continued where it had left off on a random street in Koh Phangan.

We had a brilliant 24 hours together, there was Thai boxing, more fire spinning, the tunes of Koh Phangan and of course buckets. The conversation was endless and I felt like I had known him for years.

But sadly again the world got in the way and I had to leave for my final destination the next afternoon before home. I look forward to more banter and fun times with Phil when he returns to England.

Until then… Phil… I am watching you!! 😉