"Do you know what scurried across the floor at my feet this morning while I was in the bathroom?" I overheard you ask on the phone this evening during our break.
"I put a box down there that's probably too heavy for it to move so I think I trapped it," you went on.
Umm ... oh geez where do I begin?
Ok, so not knowing you well or your situation, I can only assume that there is a rodent of some type in your home. I'm concerned that you were so calm about it and that you think trapping it in a box is sufficient. I don't know, call me old fashioned, but perhaps you might want to try to remove it from your home.
I had actually intended on spending the night finishing up on some work after a busy day at the office Thursday evening when your text came through.
"Wanna come over?"
We had been in contact during the week and had made plans to get together this weekend anyway so I figured what the hell, I have a pulse.
I'd say "Coming Clean" was sort of the theme of evening.
When I spotted mail in your apartment with the name of the other person I know you were seeing when we split a few months back, you came clean when questioned and explained. The good thing is I frankly don't give a shit. I don't want to have a relationship with you. I'm basically just using you for sex. So, while I think you were being honest and I hope you were, it also doesn't really matter that much to me because you're just a fuck buddy to me and I'd be pretty shocked if you were ever anything more than that. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a complete asshole - I do like you, I'm just saying I think we're on the same page with things.
I also came clean about something. Based on things you would say, I knew you didn't know how old I was. Naturally I made you guess and as I suspected, you thought I was 6 years younger than I am. To say you were shocked when I told you my age would be an understatment ... but thanks, that felt great. ;)
Look. It's painfully obvious that you're not happy with this situation but suck it up bitch and deal with it. You used to work for "#5", then after a little shifting of things you were off the hook and he was my responsibility. Well the time has come where he's all yours again.
I have tried three times now to schedule a meeting with you to discuss the hand-over and status of his files and each time, you have conveniently been busy.
We are having this meeting tomorrow. I don't care if you have other "priorities". THIS is your priority.
I was really happy that you came to the New Year's Eve party I was at last night. Having not purchased a ticket in advance like my friends and I and thus having to pay entrance at the door, you spent a lot of money for a few hours of dancing with me. I'm truly very greatful.
It kills me that you're on a flight back to London this evening.
