One bottle in and suddenly everyone’s ex has a name, a job, and a disappointing bedroom habit. I contributed. Obviously. I’m not going to sit there looking saintly.
Tag: dinner
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.