The Miami Actress. Part I
Miami Actress was 13 years older than me when I met her in the summer of 2001 (and presumably still is).

Miami Actress was the seediest, funniest, drunkenest, dirtiest, most talented(est) way I could ever have wished for to get over a very severe break-up.

I’d been moping around London since my engagement broke off in January, I was depressed, going nowhere, hating my life and I knew I needed to do something before I spiralled out of control, so I booked a flight, a hire car and one nights accommodation and headed to Miami to see where the wind would take me.

It took me to a woman who I will always cherish for bringing me back to life in her own inimitable way.

Her inimitable way was alcohol, sex, theatre, food and nudist beaches.

Or any combination of the above.

I guess I’ll start with how we met.

On Duval Street, on my third and, I’d decided, final night in Key West. (I decided that after too many strip clubs, too much weed and booze and too many ‘eccentric individuals’ that I better go somewhere more relaxing before I died).

I was walking back to my hotel, when she came out of a restaurant, waving excited goodbyes to the people she had been with.

I knew I wanted to talk to her, so I pretended I was lost (smooth, huh?).

We walked.

We talked.

She said she was an actress. I said that meant she was a stripper. She snorted.

We ended up in my room.

Cut to:

Dennys. Next Morning.

She’d been back to her hotel after our night together. I assumed we were saying goodbye until she said ‘Meet me at Denny’s’ in an hour.

I waited with a coffee wondering what I was doing, she wasn’t coming back and I wasn’t sure I wanted her too.

And then the door burst open and in she flew.

She threw a theatre ticket at me.

She told me she wanted to prove she was an actress and I was to go to her show that night.

I told her I had checked out of the hotel.

She’d remembered.

She told me I was staying with her. And gave me her room key.

So I moved in.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 16:23, 5 replies)

great story
like the way you've written it too
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 16:26, closed)

this cannot be the end of this story
are you going to make us beg for more?
( Holly Would long wheel based tranny, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 16:31, closed)

It would get far too long to do in one go
I will carry on tomorrow.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 16:32, closed)

I like this!
But do you mean, 'moved in', as in, went to live with her, or as in, "The lion sees the wildebeest, and slyly moves in"?
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 16:35, closed)

Ah Duval Street
brings back memories of several happy nights in Sloppy Joes watching Pete and Wayne do their stuff.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 4 Dec 2008, 18:33, closed)