May 31, 2005

• If someone could tell me just where I have it tattooed, that is apparently visible solely to ex-boyfriends (hmm.  Perhaps I'm asking the wrong group here?) that I am apparently gagging to hear all about their current girlfriends and how well their love lives are going, I would be terribly grateful...

  
  

  Because, at the moment, I feel like I've got it tattooed in inch high letters across my forehead.  And, that instead of my number appearing when I call someone after a missed call, the sentence "I am willing, indeed, keen to hear about yout love life, in all the gory detail" appears to present itself on their phone instead.

  
  

  Or, perhaps, I just have that sort of face.

  
  

  Anyhow, an evening, listening to very noisy music, in a pub with no atmosphere, with an ex sitting next to me telling me about his Turkish girlfriend (whom I think is also the girlfriend he had before me before me), was not my idea of a super-fun time.  So I went home

  
  

  I've also been diddled out of about 3/4" of gin and tonic - the glass collectors got a bit keen while I was in the loo.  But, Andy's about to release his feet from his shoes, so I get to have a de-shoulder knot.

  
  

  xxx

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