Pub toilet. Lock that didn’t work. Someone knocked twice. I said “occupied” like I was booking a meeting room.
Tag: hookup
The Neighbours Heard Everything Again
Thin walls. Thick voice. I’d apologise if I was sorry. I’m not. They play drum and bass at noon on Sundays, so I consider us even, actually.
Flat Chat Named The Regular
They’ve given him a nickname. I won’t repeat it. It’s accurate. He still thinks he’s mysterious.
I Read His Texts After
Not proud. Also not sorry. His mum, his ex, a booking for two at Dishoom. I screenshotted the Dishoom one for later.
The Cloakroom Was Not Empty
Thought we’d been clever. We hadn’t. Some girl from Putney was already in there crying into a coat. I still finished the story. She can write her own.
Anal In The Back Of Uber
Rain on the windows, driver pretending not to notice. I was already wet from the club. He asked, I said yes. We didn’t even make it to his door.
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.
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.