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: soho
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.
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.
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.
She Said I Looked Cheap
Some girl in the queue for the loo, full face on, calling my dress tarty. I smiled, took a photo anyway, and posted it before last orders. She can cope.
He Called Me By Her Name
I still finished. Then I told him. Then I put it in the blog. Honesty is my vice, remember?
I Ghosted Him Mid Sentence
He started explaining tokenomics at 1am. I went to the loo and just… left. Peak self-care. Also peak content.
Last Tube Then Walked
Missed it on purpose because he lived in Bermondsey and the night wasn’t finished. Blisters, a stolen espresso martini in a plastic cup, and a sunrise I will absolutely post.