Dating after the Apocalypse
Since it appears to be stupid week for me I must reveal the final stupid thing I have planned.
I’m going for drinks with an ex. An ex called Chuck who absolutely messed with my head at around this time last year. Proper Hell-raiser style mind-screwing.
I won’t go into the full details just yet, that’s worth saving for another post, but she was positively toxic last year.
I’m over her now so I’m not sure what the drinks are about. She asked me, I said yes, I suppose because I’m moving away and I’m curious. She no longer has any effect on me, so it should be safe.
The only bit that causes mild concern is she keeps going on about how she has booked the next day off. I hope she isn’t expecting us to get back together because that is not happening, ever.
Even if there was an apocalypse and she was the last woman on earth I still wouldn’t get back together with her. I know that after five minutes she would start moaning about how our burnt out car wasn’t big enough or how I used to try harder with my facepaints when we first started going out.
So really my plan for the evening is to turn up, have one drink, say something cutting like ‘Frankly my dear I don’t give a damn’ and then walk off into the night.
Yeah, that would be awesome.