On Friday it was Red Peg’s leaving do.
I suppose I’m pretty fickle but while Office Interest had been on the scene I had thought about RP less. Now OI was history (although there was the danger of the daily run in in the office) I had room in my head to think about RP again.
RP invited me to drinks with him and his work colleaguesÂ but as luck would have it I had already planned an evening out with the girls.
There was no way I could cancel and RP seemed quite annoyed that I had booked a ‘date’ on the same night. I promised I’d meet up with him later.
Dinner with girls was great. We had a meal at the Lido in Clifton, which I thoroughly recommend, and it was great to fill my head with something other than the love life.
That said I was keen to head on over and join RP and his mates for a few drinks. I managed to persuade a few of the girls to come with me but that wasn’t before they had an indepth discussion about how ‘I should really tell him how I felt’ because he ‘clearly has feelings’ for me.
They all talked about times they had seen us together and all came to the same conclusion — he fancied me. Despite my protests that I had been down this road before and it had led to nowhere they were convincedâ€¦
We got to the pub where RP had mustered about 40 of his mates. He was absolutely battered thanks to a dirty pint and various dodgy drinks he had been given.
One of his friends whispered something in his ear as I walked over and I knew they were talking about me. I don’t think I’ll ever know what it was as RP was hardly compus mentus.
All he could say to me was that he was very drunk and while I was buying my second round he came over to tell me they were going on to Po Na Na, on the Triangle, and I should join them later.
I couldn’t convince the girls to come with me so they dropped me at the door, after a few more cocktails. I felt a little desperate going to a nightclub on my own but I told myself I’d do it for any friend.
Inside I found RP who greeted me with a giant hug and then told me he was planning to leave soon. I tried not to be annoyed that I had just spent 30 minutes queueing to get inâ€¦
We snuck out and headed over to Magic Roll — it was definitely time to start soaking up some of that dirty pint. We hugged each other in the queue and I told him I didn’t want him to go. He told me that we would still see each other lots and not to worry about it.
As the time came to say our final goodbye he wrapped his arms around me, chicken burger in one hand, and cupped my cheek in his other hand.
Then he kissed me. Hard on the lips. So I asked him to come back to mine.
Going with the flow…
I know what you must be thinking — I was thinking the same. A nice long alliterative list of words — slag, slapper, slut, sad singleton desperate for attention from anyone that looks her way.
You’re probably right. I decided I was just going with the flow — and just a little bit fickle.
So when I said; ‘Do you want to come back to mine?’, my stomach fluttered a little when he drunkenly smiled and nodded his head.
It took us forever to make the 10 minute journey from the Triangle. We seemed to crisscross every street, one step forwards and two steps back.Â I actuallyÂ would have been worried about him getting home on his own — well that’s my story anyway.
Back at mine I felt quite sober and started dishing out the pints of water. When I asked what he wanted to do next he said; ‘let’s just go to bed’,Â and headed to my room. Just like that.
We cuddled up under the duvet and talked about the night out — his colleagues and the cocktails. But the moment infront of the sandwich shop had gone. The magic of Magic Roll wasn’t there and we said goodnight like an old married couple, rolled over and went to sleep.
Next day we woke up and de- camped to the lounge for a DVD fest punctuated by breakfast at the Lido- and snack buying in sainsburies.
We both fell asleep under the duvet in each others arms and I felt bad when 3pm came because I had a date with a guy I’d met on the internet. I wanted to cancel and spend the evening with RP but I knew deep down that I should try and meet someone new.
Reading this back makes me sound terrible — going off to a date practically leaving a guy in my bed and not to mention Office Interest. But who was I hurting?
Neither RP or OI were interested in the way I wanted them to be so I reckon thatÂ sometimes you just have to go with the flow.