I seem to be noticing somewhat of a pattern with post-coital Forbidden.
Remember last time I positively shagged his brains out? Yeah. Remember what happened after that? (Hint – why hasn’t he called?)
So it’s Friday. A week since last Friday. I should add that the very next day, after I’d used and abused him, I texted a perfectly pleasant text enquiring as to whether he was still alive after his planned day of sailing (yes, sailing. I don’t get it either).
I am beginning to think that perhaps he didn’t survive it…
I refuse to text again though. Two texts would just be insane. And I don’t want to date him. It’s just sex. So I’m going to stop obsessing about it right about… now.
…okay, in a minute.
Ignoring the fact that Forbidden seems to have fallen off the face of the earth, I received a call from Flutey yesterday. You know… the one who’s IN LOVE with him.
So it goes like this:
Missed call from Flutey.
Voicemail from Flutey.
“Hey Ritzi, hope you’re well! Give me a ring back when you get a minute, I need to talk to you about something”
Fuckshitbugger. A few hours later, I managed to escape from the office (just in case she was actually preparing to tear me a new one). She picked up on the first ring. She’s terrifying like that.
“Hey stranger!” Okay, that doesn’t sound too bad. “I’ve got two things I need to talk to you about, one is business, the other one is pleasure…”
Turns out, the first thing she wants is to get tickets to a show. Big surprise there. I suggest she calls The Ex who is actually in said show so more likely to be able to do something useful there. Then we get onto the ‘pleasure’ aspect.
“Ah yes, well, I was wondering if you could tell me what you’re doing…” Sleeping with the man I love? Generally being a heartless bitch? “On 21st June?”
Oh… she’s calling about my freakin Birthday?
“I’ve got it in my diary and we must confirm what you’re doing darling! It’s only three weeks away!”
Is it? Cripes. I totally didn’t notice that. I was too busy sleeping with the man you’re in love with.
This stuff is not good for my nerves. Admittedly, I’m falling back on that old failsafe that Flutey is engaged, and she’s supposed to be over Forbidden. And it’s not like it’s serious.
I know. I’m not even convincing myself.