Me: ...So the invitation was there, but I couldn't take it up, of course. Not with the painters in and all that.
Maisy: That would have been so embarrassing.
Me: I know.
Maisy: You don't really sound that keen on him, you know.
Me: Really? I suppose --- I suppose I do like him, but I just don't want to get into anything serious. Not now.
Maisy: When you're about to leave.
Me: Exactly. I'm just not feeling that inclined to commit. It's such bad timing. A couple of months back, and I'd have jumped at the chance.
Maisy: Well, try not to pick up anymore guys at Metropolis.
Hmph. She has a point, I suppose.
Did I mention I have a) a hangover from last night's half-bottle of wine and b) cramps? I am feeling rather shite.
A text from No. #18: 'I'm heading home this weekend, but if your still around next month, it would be great to meet up when I get back. Xx'
Shit. How to turn him down gently, and graciously? I really must stop giving my number out so flippantly. I've basically been deleting all of his texts. If they're not there, technically he doesn't exist, and I never pulled him.
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