The inevitable happened. I know you were all thinking it. And I guess in the back of my mind I was thinking it as well. I suppose I was trying to ignore it or suppress it, or whatever really. I was kidding myself when I thought nothing would ever happen with Tone again. Yes, that’s right, I slept with him. Yes, yes, I can hear the shouting and capital letter Tweets already, but you know what? I don’t really regret it. I didn’t feel bad, or good, or guilty or over the moon, I just felt (and feel) fine about it.
It happened like it ALWAYS happens whether it’s with one night stands, exs on the rebound or in the movies: We had a great night out, we went out for a few more cheeky drinks afterwards and then one thing led to another and ‘we went upstairs for coffee’ By that point I don’t know what he was thinking, but he knows for a fact that I don’t drink coffee very much and I’ve never known Tone to drink coffee after 4pm – that time is dedicated purely to alcohol. And to be honest, after 7 mojitos, who wants coffee?! So it happened, and when I woke up in bed next to him in the morning I realised just how much I’d missed sleeping alone for the past few months. He got up and went and got take out breakfasts from the greasy spoon over the road, and brought me 2 litres of water and some painkillers and left them by my bedside table. What a gent eh?!
I’m not making any sudden bolting moves to get back together with him, I just really enjoyed my night and will keep that in mind with things with Tone in the future.
Let the abuse begin… LOL!
In other news, Mavis is OBSESSED by the impending Royal Wedding. I nipped round earlier and she has three, yes, THREE (!) cushions with their faces on. Oh dear….
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