Went out with some women from work on Saturday. It was quite good, getting to know people outside of the office, considering I'm quiet at work. I'm a lot less quiet after copious amounts of wine. And vodka. And cider.
Saw Fuck Face. Aka the ex who I dated for about 6 months at the beginning of the year (minus the time he dumped me before we were supposed to go on holiday together). I said hello. He said hello. Then turned away as if I was just some passing acquaintance. Nice. Luckily I don't feel anything for him. Probably the easiest guy I've ever had to get over. I've felt more emotional attachment to some one nights stands.
Then I saw the Toy Boy. I may have (in fact most definitely did) drunkenly flung my arms round him. Twice. He didn't seem to mind so much. In fact, he felt my bum. I wasn't complaining. He's so very strange. He's clearly not interested and I think I scare him by being overly friendly. Then he randomly cops a feel.
Earlier in the week, the married man messaged me on Facebook, first time I’ve heard from him in ages. He said he was coming here for a night out on Saturday for a mate’s birthday, in fancy dress. I walked out of one pub right into a group of blokes I know from school, all in fancy dress. Six guys dressed as 118 men is a strange and disturbing sight. They were separated from the rest of their group, which included the married man. Turns out the guy whose birthday they were out for, I went on a few dates with last summer. Small world. Infuriatingly small. I think his relationship with the married man is more that of a friend of a friend. I hope so anyway.
Didn’t bump into the married man, but had texts and phone calls at 4am from him. The next morning he text to ask if I’d meet up with him before he went home. I should clarify that technically he’s not married anymore, he is divorced. However, recently divorced and father to a toddler by the age of 25 does not a good catch make. I was too hung over to contemplate actually getting dressed and leaving the house, so I invited him round to mine.
We watched a film, and had a lazy afternoon in bed. Unfortunately, there was more actual sleeping going on than action. Time of the month. The past four months in a row, I’ve managed to pull every one weekend in four when I’m good for nothing. Rubbish. There was talk of him coming over next weekend. He probably won’t. We made plans last time. And then he remembered he had a wife.
