Not tonight, Josephine
I was supposed to be on a tube right now, heading for a date with someone I met at the Eurovision party last week. I'm not though; I got a call from him a couple of hours ago to say he was out watching the football in the pub, and was sorry but he'd probably be too drunk by the end of it to go out. Boo.
I wasn't entirely disappointed - I've been feeling sluggish all week and as soon as he'd phoned I had a bit of a nap, but then again maybe getting out and about would have been the thing to get me all lively again. Plus, I've only known the guy a week and this is the third time he's made a sharp exit, and the second time he's blamed it on the booze. He seemed a really nice guy so another chance seems fair, but if he cancels again well, some people might have rather nasty names for that, mightn't they? In any case, if we reschedule I'm definitely going for a place that doesn't serve alcohol.
Oh and seriously, cancelling a date in favour of football? Call himself A Gay? He'd better have been watching it in hopes of John Terry getting his shirt off, that's all I can say.
I wasn't entirely disappointed - I've been feeling sluggish all week and as soon as he'd phoned I had a bit of a nap, but then again maybe getting out and about would have been the thing to get me all lively again. Plus, I've only known the guy a week and this is the third time he's made a sharp exit, and the second time he's blamed it on the booze. He seemed a really nice guy so another chance seems fair, but if he cancels again well, some people might have rather nasty names for that, mightn't they? In any case, if we reschedule I'm definitely going for a place that doesn't serve alcohol.
Oh and seriously, cancelling a date in favour of football? Call himself A Gay? He'd better have been watching it in hopes of John Terry getting his shirt off, that's all I can say.