Florence Given

But seeing her and wanting to meet her and dress up for her, right, my friend, I put on a fucking amazing outfit, curled my hair, wore red lipstick that matched the color of my nails and the red details in my dress.

I got in a nice Uber and I went to see her in a bar in central London that had leopard print tufted fucking chairs.

A glamorous 70s bar.

I forgot the name of the bar, but it's beautiful.

And I met her at this rooftop bar and we sat there at the bar, both looking gorgeous.

She's so glamorous.

And we sat there and we spoke and she's very witchy as well.

She's a big romantic woman who's just obsessed with being alive and also deeply invested in her emotional experience.

And we were just sat there talking, talking, talking.

And it raised my frequency so much that after we hung out, I got in my Uber home and I remember saying to myself, something just shifted, right?

And I want more of it.

And I texted her afterwards.

And as I was texting, she texted me at the exact same time.

And she was like, babe, something just happened.

She was like, something just happened in that room, didn't it?

And I was like, yes.

And then we started texting each other all week.

She flew back to LA and we were telling each other like, wait, crazy shit's happening for me here.

Crazy.

And we basically...