So now I’m sitting by myself in the garden of what I think is my local, not great, a bit posh, but hey it’ll do, because I have a pint of chilled lager in front of me and a cig lit up in my hand, and, for the moment at least, I’m by myself. I take a long drink and relax.
And I’ve learned a few things. Vanessa isn’t really keen on pubs and she hates curry. So there was my first suggestion out the window.
I know we’re sleeping together and I think she’s moved in though that may not last based on what happened tonight. I don’t really remember much about this but I do remember her leading me slowly to the bedroom, and then I remember her slapping me, hard, it still hurts. And her shouting something about me never having wanted to do that before. I don’t even remember what it was but I’m not really that kinky so I’m kind of worried about where her boundaries are. And then a few more tears. And her shouting at me something about it maybe having been a bad idea her moving in. And then some more tears.
But on a brighter note, these contactless cards are great. Twenty quid. Easily enough for a pint, a pack of cigs and a bag of crisps. And you don’t even need to know the number! I could carry on like this all night.