Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money. After accidentally spending more money in Borders than I intended, I ended up working for more hours than I was signed up to do. This ALWAYS HAPPENS. My boss (previously, but no longer, known as Bastard McGitface), explained that it's because he gets notifed every time I use my Visa card. There's a rumour floating round he has links with the mafia. I *really* don't want to get paranoid, but... The upshot of this was, that I saw my abortive attempt at heterosexuality when he got back from Brazil. That's not quite how I see him, he's just a friend who I work with and accidentally got drunk and slept with once. There's nothing *there*, even from his side, and I babbled inanely about my girl to him for a while. We're meeting up for a pint at his girlfriend's pub on Friday, and I can't decide if that's weird or not. I feel a lingering sense of embarassment, but not enough to stop me hanging out with a guy I'm actually really good friends with. Meeting up with a collegue-turned-friend-turned one night stand just isn't my forte, after all. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower