No, he didn't call. Not that that's either surprising or a bad thing.
My life seems to continue in an unhealthy spiral that I allow to revolve around a pursuit in seach of that four lettered word L O V E.
The best way to sum up last night's episode would be in the following way:
- Awkward greeting, kiss on cheek, followed by a G&T
- Leather seats and a summation of each others lives in the space of half an hour with a brief interuption due to a glass smashing into smitherines to our left
- Me rushing to the bathroom. Mixed up headspace as to whether he fancied me or not. Arrived in the bathroom to spy a weird red rash had appeared on my neck; now where did that come from?
- Off to beer garden. Rollie + weird non coherent conversational responses given by me
-Back inside, more responses given by me that really didn't lead anywhere
-Last orders, weird kiss on cheek outside - I couldn't have been any further from the poor guy, place the area that covers the Sahara between our faces and you wouldn't be far off - I then swiftly hopped on my bicycle and cycled off into the fog chilled night.
Lovely gentleman, seemed like a good idea at the time, miss ex boyfriend who I confusingly split up with four weeks ago. I still love him.
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