Thursday night I walked to the bar. Rather than sit there by myself, I called my ex-girlfriend and invited her to have a beer. I haven't seen her in five months. We had a nice time, talked about work, and listened to some jazz. She drove me to another bar where I met some friends, and she went home. End of story.
She calls me at 1:30 this morning, drunk, crying, and asks me to come hold her.
I said no.
I stayed on the phone with her for probably 45 minutes, explaining in the best way I could why I shouldn't do that. I drank half a bottle of Jim Beam before she hung up on me.
This is absolutely surreal to me...and of no interest to anyone else who might read this.
She calls me at 1:30 this morning, drunk, crying, and asks me to come hold her.
I said no.
I stayed on the phone with her for probably 45 minutes, explaining in the best way I could why I shouldn't do that. I drank half a bottle of Jim Beam before she hung up on me.
This is absolutely surreal to me...and of no interest to anyone else who might read this.