Last night I packed a bag of what I would need to get dressed for the conference tomorrow. So that I could get up and go to work and not have to worry about it. I picked all my clothes and make-up and everything. Packed the blue bag, and off I went, merrily whistling my pornalong tune.
I took the pictures of the site I went to visit in south London. I walked around. I went to a bookstore. I ended up at the Slug and Lettuce having a hot chocolate and studying.
One hour passed.
Another hour passed.
I had sent a text to Mr.Aloof around five asking what time he'd be done with his meetings and telling him where I was. Earlier, Friday, the weekend, he'd said he probably wouldn't be free until 8/8:30. That was cool. I could sit and drink, and study.
Around 7:00, I got a text saying I should go home because his meeting would be running late and he didn't know when he'd be free. That he'd come by later, or another night, and that he'd call.
He's so not going to call.
Please feel free to add your commentary telling me what I already know.
4 comments:
The blug-happy-shag-bag, is no more...
You deserve better. But I don't really need to say that do I?!
xxxx(and I used my tongue-hahahaha)
Unless you and Aloof are exclusive, you really should actively start sleeping with/seeing other people. You know how unreliable the fellow is — it won't irk you as much if you've got a backup fuckbuddy.
Bearing in mind the fact that you know he's unreliable, yet keep relying upon him, it could possibly mean it's about time you admitted that the nature of your relationship needs to be reconsidered.
---X
Firstly, isn't that how these things are meant to work?
Masochist: Tie me up and whip me.
Sadist:..........No.
Secondly, it serves you right for going south of the river. You must have been in london long enough to realise that nothing good ever comes of going south of the river.
Insert well-meaning yet trite cliche here.
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