Am I fickle or just hypocritical?
Lest I get accused of being an outsourcee again, I won’t tell you whom I had dinner and a few drinks with last night. On the way back to my flat I stopped for a drink at the Lord Roberts. Before long, A arrived, he who very kindly gave me an ashtray the other day. It may have been stolen from somewhere but it’s the thought that counts, right? It’s the first ashtray I’ve owned since moving into the flat in April.
For the first few months I used a lemon squeezer. No, I didn’t use it for squeezing lemons once it became an ashtray. I chucked it out when I left there in August for the wilds of Surrey so on returning in October, I had to resort to something else. Since then, until Monday this week, I’ve been using a saucer. All very sordid and just the sort of thing a straight bachelor would do.
While chatting to A, I noticed the cute Macedonian who’s been catching my eye for weeks now. Although D accused him of having the style of a typical Eastern European that hasn’t, for me, downgraded his cuteness factor. We’ve only really had one long conversation before and that was on Saturday night at the club so we’ve done more than just catch each other’s eyes. He came up to me last night and ‘accused’ me of being interesting (mois?) and suggested I join him and his friend at their table. Later we were joined by a Geordie who’d been loitering in the toilet. The conversation roamed everywhere including the non-fact that we’re descended from chimpanzees. Just before I left, Macedonian and Geordie went off to the toilet and I later discovered that there was a very specific reason for their going together. And it had nothing to do with powdering of noses!
You’d be wrong in thinking me a prude and you have every right to think that I may be rather hypocritical but I’ve gone off him now.
Well, that ‘romance’ didn’t last long!