So, yeah.
A good friday night ended in a rather seedy Saturday morning for me.
I haven’t done that in a while and now I understand why I don’t. It was a real case of the beer goggles.
I had given him a fake name (ok, really lame I know), but when we were talking at a bar earlier I had no intention of actually having more than an exchange while ordering drinks (he asked my name first). My friends mantra was "just go with it"
He also cracked the shits when I decided I was going to leave at 9am – this was after I just caught him going through my wallet, staring pensively at my ID. "Why would you lie to me, I thought there was a really amazing connection here" Should I move house??
I think i’ll become a nun.