Well that could have gone slightly better. Ok, so I accidentally drowned him in wine, called him my ex's name and then came out of the toilet with my dress tucked into my knickers, but hey. I thought it went according to plan!
At least he showed up.
So imagine the shock when he doesn't call back, text back or even text at all. That was about as productive as, well something very productive. I was so hoping this was going to be husband material too. Oh well, plenty more fish in the sea right? I'll just have to cast the net wider .
He had a beautiful chest and all. Ahh men. Who needs them
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