Awkward Abacus

After our initial meeting, I had some banal text conversations with Abacus that don’t warrant even typing out. It was the kind of boring chit chat you have with strangers at a party and almost exclusively work related. He had mentioned that he would be in London on a Sunday. I had to move some things from home to London that day and knew it was going to be a day full of admin between driving in and out of London and moving all of the stuff. I agreed to see Abacus at some point though. On Saturday he texted me. Hey hows things? Just chilling watching the England match. Do you think you will be free tomorrow after you have moved your stuff? His grammar immediately annoyed me. I honestly had gone off of the idea of meeting up based purely on the boringness of his texts. I wrote back, trying to be as vague as possible. Hey, watching the match in a pub as well. Not sure what time I’ll be finished moving, can I text you tomorrow afternoon? Later he replied. Great result, yeah let me know when you’re free. I’m meeting a friend in London first [...] There's more...

Thirsty Thursday III … aka Hungover Friday

My phone buzzed across the nightstand, making an annoyingly loud sound as it vibrated against a £1 coin. My head throbbed and I squinted at the clock. ‘Shit.’ I groaned. I had about thirty minutes to get to work. Between getting dressed and travel it would take me at least 40. I rolled off the bed and grabbed whatever I could find to wear, brushed my teeth, brushed up the makeup from the night before, and ran out the door. It was Friday so most of my day would involve being sat in meetings all day. I walked in and my tardiness went unnoticed. I put everything down and sat at my desk, reaching for the glass of water I had left there the day before. Before I knew it I was sitting in a meeting, hoping that I wasn’t emitting the scent of gin. The meeting finally ended and I went back to my desk. I pulled my phone out and there were three text messages. I frowned as I entered my passcode. They all were from the guy I had snogged in Abacus the evening before. 09:51 [My name] it was very nice to meet you. I’m looking [...] There's more...

Thursday Thursday: Part II

‘I won’t lie, this place sounds kind of amazing.’ I said, sat next to Kate on our bus. ‘I can’t believe you’ve never even heard of Abacus.’ ‘Is it that big of a deal?’ ‘I guess not. There’s usually loads of bankers and Essex girls.’ ‘Hot.’ I said, sarcastically. ‘It’s near Moorgate.’ ‘Hmm.’ I said, as if that meant anything to me. ‘So a lot of bankers then?’ ‘Mmhmm.’ Kate said. ‘You’ll feel right at home!’ I said, patting her shoulder. ‘I can’t believe you’re in banking.’ ‘It’s not so bad.’ She shrugged. ‘Way to sell it.’ ‘I’m just glad that I get to leave at five every day.’ ‘You’re easily pleased.’ ‘I know. Now I just need to find a tall German and then I’ll be really happy.’ I laughed. ‘Maybe in Calculator!’ ‘… Abacus?’ ‘Whatever.’ Kate laughed. ‘You’re ridiculous.’ ‘I know.’ I sighed, looking out the window of the bus. ‘This is us.’ She said, getting up. We got off the bus and walked to Abacus. As soon as we got in all I could see was men. ‘THIS is ridiculous!’ I shouted over the music to Kate. She nodded and smiled. She walked up to the desk [...] There's more...

Thirsty Thursday: Part I

Kate had been one of those people at Oxbridge that had always been in the same circle or friends but whom I’d rarely associated with. It wasn’t that I didn’t like her, it was just that I was closer with other people like Lad Boy and Ube. That all changed when we moved to London. It started when Lad Boy had a dinner at my house and Kate came along. I quickly realised that she was basically a taller, blonder version of myself. She had been in a relationship the entire time we were in Oxbridge,  but had since split from her boyfriend. It was only when she started telling us stories about guys she brought home that I came up with a brilliant plan. ‘We should definitely go out one night together.’ I suggested. ‘Absolutely.’ She agreed. Our love of German men and drinking had made us immediate best friends. It took about a month for these plans to materialise, but we had decided that one magical Thursday not too long ago would be The Night. When are you finished with work? xx I had texted her. Five. Want to meet at Old Street? We can go to that [...] There's more...

Two People, One Secret

Thank you God

I trudged through the snow, my feet soaked in ice-cold water from kicking up snow into my heels. I swore with each step and as the words crystallised with my breath in front of my face I could see the lights of my destination ahead. I stood on the doorstep and took my hair out of the untidy bun I had scrunched it into in order to minimise frizz from the snow and pulled my perfume out of my bag. I sprayed it into the air above my head and let it mist downwards as to not have an overwhelming presence once inside. I finally rang the bell and moments later someone let me in. I made my way into the kitchen where the remnants of the dinner party I was hours late to sat in the kitchen sink. I had been neglecting my friends in a selfish attempt to pursue a career and my last hour in the office on Friday had cost me my dinner, and the sober company of everyone at the party. As the front room roared with laughter and chat I poured myself a gin and tonic. Four parts gin, one part tonic. That’s correct [...] There's more...

Reunited with the Great Dane

Thank you God

For context on the below story, you can read the history of the Dane and I.  One Month Ago: I opened up my email and my eyes went directly to the subject of an email facebook had sent me. Dane has sent you a message on Facebook. I had sent him a message ages ago for his birthday and the day prior to his message had sent him a link to something funny I had found which reminded me of him. I hovered the arrow over the email. Open. [My name], You are and have always been SO FUNNY! But first of all, I owe you a big apology for not getting back to you for a very long time. So, seriously, I’m sorry, REALLY, REALLY, ESPECIALLY, EXTRODINARILY, sorry. I’m really just a lazy fool who is constantly preoccupied with himself and can’t ever find the time to write to those who love him and those whom he loves, like you. So, if you’d forgive me, I’d like to reconcile our distance and my lack of communication with this message, never too late. I paused and re-read his introduction. Was this a joke? Who says things like that? I momentarily [...] There's more...

The Weekend Trilogy: Sunday aka the Aftermath

My left eye opened slowly, the right was still pressed into my pillow. I could vaguely see the outline of a chunky ring on my finger where my favourite ring usually sits. I blinked twice before turning my head, followed by the rest of my body and collapsing onto my back. I stared at the ceiling as it spun above me. Closing my eyes didn’t make the spinning stop either so I rolled another ninety-degrees to the left and slithered off the bed until I was somehow erect in a standing position. I clutched at my bedroom door. I wandered around the flat, searching for signs of life before finding Kate on my couch. ‘Last night.’ She began as I walked in. ‘Was. Aggressive.’ I collapsed next to her. ‘Yeah.’ I managed to say. I looked down at her hand and saw my ring. ‘Huh.’ I said. I swallowed and my mouth felt like cotton. ‘Water …’ I whispered. I looked around the room but could only see day-old bucks fizz. ‘I need water.’ I said, getting up. Kate nodded sadly. I returned shortly with two mugs of water. ‘Breakfast?’ I asked. Kated nodded again. She handed me my ring [...] There's more...

The Weekend Trilogy: Saturday

‘Is it okay if I invite Seamus over?’ Kash asked. ‘Of course.’ I said, in a “why would you even need to ask that” kind of tone. Seamus had been on Kash’s course and had absolutely killed it whilst at Oxbridge. He was a fundamental part to any social situation and brought his Irish enthusiasm to anything involving alcohol. ‘We’re definitely going to need more sparkling.’ Lad Boy said. ‘Who’s going to the shop then?’ I asked as we lounged in the sitting room, sipping bucks fizz. Lad Boy threw his wallet at me. ‘Go for it.’ ‘Fine.’ ‘Cheers.’ Kash said. Lad Boy was on my laptop making a playlist on iTunes. ‘Don’t go looking for my porn collection.’ I said. Lad Boy laughed. ‘It’s on an external hard drive, you’ll never find it.’ ‘Lad.’ Lad Boy said. ‘I’m joking, by the way.’ I said as a disclaimer to Kash. ‘I got that.’ He said, winking. I strolled to the shop, taking my time and basking in the autumn sun. My phone rang. It was Kate. ‘Heya, I’m on my way.’ She said. ‘Great, I’m just on my way to Waitrose to get some sparkling. Casual champagne brunch.’ ‘Amazing. I’ve [...] There's more...

The Weekend Trilogy: Friday

Lad Boy walked into my flat and dumped his rucksack on a chair. ‘How you manage to be chronically early to everything is beyond me.’ I said. ‘Am I early?’ ‘You said you’d be here at eight, it’s seven-fifty.’ ‘Made good time, didn’t I?’ ‘Yes, well I’m not ready. I haven’t even packed.’ ‘Right. How committed are you to going home this weekend? Have you told your mum we’re coming?’ ‘I told her earlier in the week that I would probably be coming home. Why?’ ‘Just spoke to Kash [short for the dog breed Kashon]. He’s in London this weekend.’ ‘That’s right! I completely forgot. Oh no.’ ‘Oh yes.’ ‘Oh, we can’t go. I haven’t seen Kash in months!’ ‘Glad you agree, because I told him we’d meet him in an hour’ I laughed. ‘Okay, let me finish getting ready and then we can do one. Can you text my mum from my phone?’ ‘Sure thing.’ ‘Ta.’ As I put my makeup on Lad Boy shouted from the other room. ‘What’s the pin to unlock your phone again?’ I told him and carried on getting ready. I was beyond caring about him knowing everything about my life. He had the [...] There's more...

Weekend Away

I texted Lad Boy midday to see what he was doing this evening. By three I hadn’t received a response, and by seven when I hadn’t heard from him I began to panic. He knows. He knows about Warren. He hates me. He’s ashamed of me.  I pulled out my phone and went to my Favourites screen and pressed on his name. “Lad Boy – calling …” my phone read. He picked up after the first ring. ‘Alright?’ He said, cheerfully. ‘Yeah, how are you?’ ‘Good, was just about to call you. Just got home.’ ‘What are you up to tonight?’ I asked. ‘Not much.’ ‘I think I might go home for the weekend … want to come with me?’ There was a brief pause before he said, ‘Yeah, alright. Why not?’ ‘I’m sick of meals for one. And I want to see Alex.’ ‘Yeah, sounds wicked. Let’s do it.’ ‘Brilliant. Want to leave at nine?’ ‘Plan.’ ‘Great, see you then.’ ‘See you soon, byee!’ He said, his voice getting higher with every vowel in “bye”. So, off home, to stay out of trouble. Stories on Monday … There's more...