Continuing on from my last post, I'm not a good sleeper at the best of times but I'm a drunk sleeper. I was awakened on Sunday morning by rumblings in the bathroom. Once I got my head together, I remembered the ex was on my couch. Grabbing my dressing gown, I ran downstairs and there he was, phoning yet another taxi! Anyway, to quote the kids on facebook.....'That awkward moment when' it was time to say bye. It was fine the night before, a good drink and it's kisses and hugs to everyone but I'm rather more reserved when sober. It was okay considering. A peck on the cheek and a 'be in touch' later and he was away. I still felt the taxi driver thought he was a booty call but maybe that's my paranoia.
Laters x
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