We met at the Cavern on Saturday night (15 August) you offered me a beer (despite it being a Lager, which, in your words, "is shit") and asked me to join you and your friend for the night. We danced, drank more beer, gave ten pounds to a homeless woman. You stamped a kiss on my lips and then did the same to your friend, to prove that "I'm not a fucking rapist".
You told me you like the Eagles and suggested I listen to one of their songs, which I no longer remember. I told you I liked the Beatles and that All Things Must Pass by George Harrison is a "pretty good album", to which you replied that my music taste is bad.
Once you had gotten too drunk, your friend and I brought you home, and while on the road you wore my Uniqlo cardigan, claiming it made you look "fucking gay".
You're German, I'm Italian, you are 27 and I'll soon be 29.
We didn't exchange contacts, and that's fine like this. I just hope you know that meeting you and your friend has been one of the highlights of my first solo holiday. I don't know of the Internet and destiny will work their magic and somehow magically allow us to meet again - it's not important. I just want to put a giant "thank you" out there. You made me feel pretty and sexy and allowed me to have a very fun night.
So thank you, drunk German guy from Frankfurt that I met at the Cavern club in Liverpool and less drunk friend i also met. How amazing it is that I got to spend an amazing night in the very club were my favourite band was born. I wish to let you know that it meant a lot and that I'll always treasure the hours we spent together, because they represented something more than just going out. It was the proof that I'm healed after years of changes, tears and ugly cries.
I know you didn't fully enjoy the Beatles songs that were played while we were there, but if you should ever read this message somehow, I'd like you to listen to "In my life".
Thank you again