Posted the wrist, the drink, not the face. Three people guessed wrong. The right one liked it anyway. Delulu works.
Tag: situationship
I Kept His Lighter
Not as a trophy. As proof I didn’t invent him. Sophie asked why there’s a clipper on the windowsill that isn’t ours. I said it was Mia’s. Mia said it was mine.
Flatmates Rated The Walk-Ins
Scorecards on the fridge. Marks for height, exit time, whether they made tea. Last night’s got a 6. Harsh but fair.
He Stayed For The Full English
I didn’t cook it. He did. In my kitchen. Wearing yesterday. Sophie walked in, said “morning”, and put the kettle on like a saint.
Night Bus Confessional Went Viral
I tweeted one line. Forty people asked for the rest. Fine. Here’s the rest, names changed, details not.
I Came Back For Round Two
Same night. Same man. Different room because the first one had his flatmate snoring. Efficiency.
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 Brought A Toothbrush
That’s when I knew he’d decided this was more than afters. I hadn’t. I let him stay anyway because the lighting in my room is flattering at 8am and I’m weak.
I Went Back For Keys
Left them in his jacket on purpose. Went back at noon looking wrecked on purpose. He made coffee. I took the keys and a photo of his bookshelf for the blog. Efficient.
Lipstick On A Hotel Glass
Not my shade. Not my booking. I still took the photo because the lighting was filthy in the best way.