As usual, I went out on Friday night. As usual, I drank too much. As usual, I landed up at the club. As usual....
I woke up late morning on Saturday with a rather fuzzy head and went to make myself some coffee. Two teabags in the sink puzzled me a bit as I hardly ever drink tea let alone two cups in a row. And then I remembered making tea for someone during the night. Someone who was no longer in the flat and of whom I have absolutely no recollection whatsoever.
Last night I made dinner for A partly for having lost a bet and partly to thank him for having bought me Schott's Almanac. We went out afterwards and did the whole local gay circuit thing. He came home with me.
That was a very bad idea as having sex with him can only lead to complications of a sort I do not need. We had a brief fling months ago but he still has very strong feelings for me. I don't want anything more than friendship from our relationship so going to bed with him again really isn't clever.
New depths? I have plumbed them and really need to get a grip.