I woke up with an exceptional
lust for some carnal action.
Unfortunately that was an itch that just didn’t get scratched, because I
broke up with Guy1 this morning.
What sort of idiot am I? Lie, Shag, Truth – that’s the correct order
of events for break ups. Lesson learned for next time I realise during the world’s
worst dinner party that I am with the wrong guy.
I broached the subject in quite a
cavalier manner, and I can now confirm that apparently “You and your friends
should be wearing badges saying “I read the Daily Mail and I’m proud of it” is
actually not an acceptable reason to break up with somebody – you have to provide
somewhat more plausible rationale by way of securing an exit strategy.
So I resorted to “I just think
things aren’t working out”, and ended up leaving without getting the seeing to
I wanted/needed.
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