He said goodbye, he was going out for couple of drinks. Was there a bit of pity in his voice? It’s Friday night and I was sitting on my bed. Lonely lady, too old at 26 for a night out?
Please. For the first night in ages I’m alone. Surrounded by my own stuff, with a working bathroom and heating. For the first time in ages, I’m alone. Not surrounded by men from several European backgrounds. All very polite but with them comes the paint and the dust and the shouting. It’s what I signed up for, I know. Still.
Right now, it is quiet. I just ran a bath and picked a magazine.
Whatever you do tonight: don’t feel sorry for me.