Anyway, you’ll definitely know it’s her. She’s got dark brown hair and light green eyes and bazookas the size of Wales.”
God help me.
I’d like to tell you that I didn’t end up sleeping with Elodi last night. But I did.
I’d like to say the sex was crap. But it wasn’t. Not at all.
I’d like to say it didn’t mean anything. And I can. Because it didn’t. At least not to me.
She leaves first thing in the morning and I make sure I do the decent thing. I get up and walk her to the lift. I make sure she’s got enough money to get home and I tell her that I won’t be seeing her again. She doesn’t seem to mind. She’s not quite as beautiful as I thought she was last night but she’s still pretty attractive. Especially compared to me. I’ve never felt uglier in my life.
The lift door closes and I crawl back to my room on all fours. I’m not very well. My head feels like a china pot that’s been shattered into a thousand pieces and stuck back together with flour-and-water glue.
