So, after a relatively eventful week that consisted of a break up by text, 68+ hours of work, a night of four bottles of wine and dancing in a darkened student kitchen, and a paralytic night on the tiles that resulted in taking home a blonde Ryan Gosling look-a-like, I've had a relatively chilled out week consisting of sleeping, blazing, chilling, tidying and kittening.
However, tonight has been an odd one. Firstly, I left the house sober which is relatively rare these days...
Then, I ended up in Town earlier than planned (rare again) and headed for my most frequented of bars, anticipating that I'd find my gaggle of girls in there already. Instead, I find my most recent Ex in there (he broke up with my by text last Monday for an undisclosed reason and has been pretty cruel since) with another girl, clearly on a first date. Awkward to say the least.
My friend's aren't in the bar so I look lost and alone but, instead of skulking out, I decide to be the bigger person and go over to say hi, despite everything. We casually converse and discuss the previous night we'd been out together (he'd crashed my girly night out which had been planned "to get over him and bone someone else", it had been awkward but relatively pleasant and ended up with me taking home the a fore mentioned Ryan Gosling look-a-like). I then left to look for my friends elsewhere.
My friends, finally found with bicycle and tanning session in tow, decide that, despite awkwardness, we should go back to the bar I'd just been in. Mainly because drinks there are so cheap. And we basically live there. And it's hilarious. There are no further encounters with the Ex, but we did stare at and judge them quite a lot. His new haircut is terrible, it has to be said.
We then decide, now in a spiteful mood, that it's a good night to ruin some lives. This in mind, we contemplate heading to a nearby cocktail bar where the barman is hot but humourless, and another Ex of mine plays sets to entertain the inebriated masses.
This is a bad idea.
We go anyway.
This Ex is young, so young that even here, when anonymous, I'm embarrassed to admit that he's only 19. To be honest, I don't even care, I just find it hilarious, as should you. He's shocked to see me, especially with a large group of attractive girls in tow. We don't say much to each other but are pleasant enough. It had been nearly a year, very little to discuss.
He then starts his set. In due course, we heckle him. It is cruel. And hilarious.
We order more cocktails, we scream for more songs, we go for more cigarettes.
He joins us outside, rollie in hand.
Now it's time for a proper conversation.
I ask myself - do I want this? The answer is no. (But I play along for the comedy of the situation).
He tells me too much. I'm unimpressed but accepting enough. He thinks he's got another shot. I think not. I continue to play along anyway. Boring.
Eventually, we leave.
However, I left my number folded up in a paper aeroplane near enough to his gear for him to contemplate picking up.
We'll see where this goes. Updates soon...
However, tonight has been an odd one. Firstly, I left the house sober which is relatively rare these days...
Then, I ended up in Town earlier than planned (rare again) and headed for my most frequented of bars, anticipating that I'd find my gaggle of girls in there already. Instead, I find my most recent Ex in there (he broke up with my by text last Monday for an undisclosed reason and has been pretty cruel since) with another girl, clearly on a first date. Awkward to say the least.
My friend's aren't in the bar so I look lost and alone but, instead of skulking out, I decide to be the bigger person and go over to say hi, despite everything. We casually converse and discuss the previous night we'd been out together (he'd crashed my girly night out which had been planned "to get over him and bone someone else", it had been awkward but relatively pleasant and ended up with me taking home the a fore mentioned Ryan Gosling look-a-like). I then left to look for my friends elsewhere.
My friends, finally found with bicycle and tanning session in tow, decide that, despite awkwardness, we should go back to the bar I'd just been in. Mainly because drinks there are so cheap. And we basically live there. And it's hilarious. There are no further encounters with the Ex, but we did stare at and judge them quite a lot. His new haircut is terrible, it has to be said.
We then decide, now in a spiteful mood, that it's a good night to ruin some lives. This in mind, we contemplate heading to a nearby cocktail bar where the barman is hot but humourless, and another Ex of mine plays sets to entertain the inebriated masses.
This is a bad idea.
We go anyway.
This Ex is young, so young that even here, when anonymous, I'm embarrassed to admit that he's only 19. To be honest, I don't even care, I just find it hilarious, as should you. He's shocked to see me, especially with a large group of attractive girls in tow. We don't say much to each other but are pleasant enough. It had been nearly a year, very little to discuss.
He then starts his set. In due course, we heckle him. It is cruel. And hilarious.
We order more cocktails, we scream for more songs, we go for more cigarettes.
He joins us outside, rollie in hand.
Now it's time for a proper conversation.
I ask myself - do I want this? The answer is no. (But I play along for the comedy of the situation).
He tells me too much. I'm unimpressed but accepting enough. He thinks he's got another shot. I think not. I continue to play along anyway. Boring.
Eventually, we leave.
However, I left my number folded up in a paper aeroplane near enough to his gear for him to contemplate picking up.
We'll see where this goes. Updates soon...
