Rollercoasters
On Thursday Matt and I joined a group of our friends in a champagne bar. Graham was there with a smirk on his face. Everything went somewhat silent when I walked in the room. One of the girls gave me this dirty look which I’d never seen before which shocked me and put me off a bit. A little later in the night I told Matt about it and he confronted Graham. The worse thing was, whilst he was away one of the single guys asked when it’s his turn. I felt humiliated an royally fucked off. How dare someone brag about what happened, it’s a personal matter how fucking dare he! So I grabbed my jacket and left the bar immediately without bothering to find Matt.
As I walked past our offices the client partner who’d I’d been working for was walking through the exit. He must have noticed how furious I looked and chased after me. He grabbed my arm and took me in to the park asking what was wrong. We sat on a bench and immediately I put my head in my hands and cried. I don’t know why but I did. I was just so angry, humiliated and upset. He put his arm around me and rubbed up and down my back. I didn’t want to tell him what had actually happened, I really wouldn’t want anyone I work with finding out about this. So I just let him assume that my new boyfriend and I had had an argument. Apparently he saw us in the club that night we officially got together.
He gave me a hug, kissed me on the cheek (yet closer to my lips rather than my cheek) and gave me his business card in case I wanted to call him and talk about it which was sweet of him but I don’t want what happened in Prague to still be lingering in his head so I don’t intend to call. As soon as I got home I shut the curtains, locked the door, switched off my mobile phone and crawled in to bed. Matt turned up about an hour later was highly apologetic. Apparently he punched Graham and got kicked out of the bar, he didn’t tell me everything that had happened or what had been said but I think reasons are pretty obvious.
As our chat progressed he decided it would be best if we finished our relationship. All night he’d been like a nervous wreck, like there was something he had to get off his chest. He told me how he loved every moment with me and how he hopes we’ll continue our fun again some time but he can’t commit himself to one person. What a great night.
So that was yesterday and this is now, I’m still very annoyed but what more can a girl do? I guess you just have to move on. Anyone on MSN (hello@tastelikekisses.com) want to cheer me up? lol