Its Saturday night, I'm actually home for a change, just chilling on my couch with absolutely no intention of doing anything or going anywhere. The phone rings. Its T. Yes really. Wants to know what i'm doing. Nothing, I say and quite enjoing it. He wants to know if he can come over. My resolve crumbles and I say yes. He arrives, sits in my lounge for 20 minutes not saying anything really. I hate small talk. He askes if i want to go to my favorite club with him. I say no thank you. He leaves. I'm baffled.
At 2am he calls. Do I really not want come out with him? HELL NO its 2am shmuck!! Ok he'll phone me later then. Never phones back the next day as promised.
Curiosity has got me wondering, but pride is keeping me sane enough to not phone him and ask what the hell is going on.
Anyway, i have plans for the weekend to make him realise what he has lost and to show him what it means to move on to bigger and better things (as i already have).
... more on the "bigger and better things" later...