Two girls I didn’t know asked why I was in last night’s dress at 8am. I told them. They bought my coffee. Community.
Tag: confession
I Came Back For Round Two
Same night. Same man. Different room because the first one had his flatmate snoring. Efficiency.
He Asked To Stay Over
They always ask once the lights are off. I said yes because the alternative was the night bus and I’m not a masochist. Sophie heard the kettle at 6.
Voice Note Hit The Group
Meant for Mia. Landed in the flat chat. Full recap of who did what in the disabled loo at Fabric. Sophie reacted with a single thumbs-down. Silence after that.
He Begged Then Ghosted Me
Spent the night telling me I was different. Ate me out like he meant it. By Sunday the blue ticks were gone. I still replay the bit where he said stay.
He Slipped The Condom Off
Felt it happen and I still didn’t stop him. That’s the confession. Came anyway. Kicked him out at 3am and sat on the bathroom floor thinking about how stupid I am.
His Flatmate Walked In
We weren’t even mid-anything dramatic. Just talking too loud at 3am. The flatmate made tea, sat down, and asked if this was “a regular thing.” I said define regular. He left.
He Was The Photographer
Worked the door at a private members thing in Mayfair, then somehow ended up in my kitchen at five. Mia took a photo. I told her to delete it. She didn’t.
Mia Wore My Good Heels
She swears she asked. She didn’t. They came home with a scuff and a number in the sole. I’m keeping the number.
He Left His Watch Behind
Look, I only noticed at noon. Nice watch too. Sophie clocked it before I did and now the whole flat wants a name, a rating, and whether he’s coming back for it.