“Is that for me?”
After two of the pervert’s mates left at 2:30am, the mood of the situation dramatically changed for the worse and it got really awkward and tense.
“Who cares about labels blah blah it doesn’t matter anyway…”
He then looks at both of us and says what are you two in the mood for (all the while still clutching my arm, rubbing my back ew ew ew).
“Not sure? What…..would you like to do?”
I say nothing, the ex refuses the drugs but the guy then invites himself over for a joint. Crap crap crap.
We are unfortunately coerced into agreeing.
Mentally I was thinking, fine if this guy is the ex’s friend whatever but I really would rather get rid of him politely.
Unfortunately since he could clearly see us standing on the street, I thought this was a pretty pointless strategy.
“Maybe we should just call it a night and go our separate ways.”
had to be repeated at least 4 or 5 times before he took the hint.
Finally the guy left. Reasonably amicably for all the ex’s chest puffing and chest thumping.
After he left, the ex had an absolute brawl with me for being so dense as to try to get rid of him politely instead of running away.
I didn’t think he would do anything to both of us right in the middle of the street which at 3am was by no means empty and there’s no reason to be unnecessarily rude.
The ex and I parted ways angrily and stormed off in opposite directions.
I ran onto the first bus that came along. Half way through I changed my mind and walked back. Due to my indecision I ended up standing around on the streets for nearly an hour, occasionally walking up and down between Charing Cross road and Trafalgar waiting for the bus home.
The sky was just beginning to get light as it got closer to dawn when I finally reached the ex’s place.
The door was drunkenly swung open, we said nothing to each other as I got in the shower and the ex swayed back to bed.