Told Sophie I crashed at a cousin’s. I was three streets over with a man whose Instagram I still can’t find. Mia wants payment in the form of me doing her laundry. Fair.
Tag: confession
I Shagged Mia’s Ex First
She doesn’t know. He texted me after their row. I went round. It was messy and good and I am a terrible friend. Will probably tell her when it makes a better story.
I Slept With My Photographer
He said the light was better at his. It wasn’t. The pictures were though. I posted two. Cropped his face.
Promoter Let Us Skip The Queue
Because Mia smiled and I looked expensive. We repaid him by disappearing into the booth and never buying bottle service.
Champagne Then The Ugly Truth
Girls’ night started classy. Ended with who slept with whose almost-boyfriend in May. I didn’t start it. I just didn’t stop it. That’s different, innit.
He Paid Then Got Weird
The bill was fine. The speech about “what this means” was not. I kissed him to shut him up. It worked. Temporarily.
Dalston Kitchen At Someone’s Mate’s
No one knew whose flat it was by 5am. There were fairy lights and a chopping board used as a tray. I made toast for a stranger.
Club Bathroom Mirror Confession
I told my own reflection I was going home with him. She agreed. She also needed more gloss. Priorities.
I Kissed The Barman First
He was fit, bored, and already looking at me like I’d started it. So I did. The drinks came quicker after that. Not a strategy. Just good manners.
Pre-Drinks Became The Main Event
We never left the flat. Someone DJ’d off a phone. I snogged a boy against our own fridge. Cheap night. Expensive hangover.