So anyway. Tone's been real wierd with me all week - on thursday last week he even bought me some FLOWERS. They said, "I will always love you." Yeah I know dead soppy and I had to stop myself from bursting into it, Witney-style. But kinda sweet too. But then Wing Hun reminded me Tone's a wanker, that's why we split in the first place (actually still pretty mad with Wing too, though can you split with your friends? And what if they've got your Princess Laya gold bikini?! We'd have to go to court or something over it, no way am I losing that one, sat on eBay for hours bidding against some Geek Freak for it!!!).
Friday night comes and goes and most of the weekend is a blur of general boredom (apart from one half-naked guy at the club, he wasn't one of the punters, he was a random Security ended up rugby tackling before he could come in) and then Monday. I hate Mondays. Always so depressing somehow and there's always this guy who turns up on a monday, regular as clockwork, 7pm til 10pm, looks like a rat and smells like BO. ICK. Anyway I'm going off the point again.
I do my shift, the place is pretty dead and Tone lets Wing and the other girl Cerise go home early (only ever 3 girls in on a Monday). He says I have to stay cos, get this, "I'm the choice meat". Mmmm, yum, ta. Really impressive. He's being dead tedious (my big word of the week) probably because he's DRUNK so I figure I might as well help myself to the bar too since he's never going to notice. Gotta get your perks where you can, right?
Anyway I get more and more drunk and Rat Boy finally leaves and I'm thinking, we should close up. Only it's not half ten yet, which is usually the time Tone gives up on a Monday. He says, "Another half hour... Another half hour..." And I'm watching MTV and drinking more voddy and somehow time appears to have SLOWED DOWN. And somewhere in this time, Tone's talking to me and somehow he's seeming less and less like a twat and...
... You're right. I slept with Tone. In the office, on the floor! Classy. Woke up this morning under a coat and feeling like utter shite. And turns out Tone's only gone and taken the battery out of the clock. COCK. So he'd planned it all night. He was well pleased with himself, looked like the frigging Cheshire cat. This morning it was like we'd got back together or something, I mean what the hell?? Talk about loving yourself! "Oh I slept with you, you're mine?" HELLO!!!
What's quite interesting about this however is I'm not like devastated or anything though. I mean I'm pissed off obviously, but I'm not GUTTED. Which kinda says it all - I must have been more over him than I thought. Anyway, for anyone wondering I poured an old glass of water in his face and walked out and took a very long bath! Bastard. Shame he's so good in the sack though, I am SO WEAK!
Can only get better, right? Happy Tuesday!
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