Last Friday, having made plans with D for that evening, I received a rather rude midday text. That’s not rude in a good way; rude in a bad manners way.
It was of course from D, not only cancelling our plans for that evening, but informing me he was on the train out of London as he had decided he ‘wanted a girlfriend’. I’m not even going to get started on the many, many issues with that (he didn’t have to cancel our plans, he should have told me that evening, the brashness, suddenness and finality of it was incredibly disrespectful….etc. Ultimately, he was a coward).
My first thought was that I was leaving in a few months and he knew that; so if he wanted a girlfriend, it wasn’t going to be me. Read the rest of this entry