fm is a cock

Yes, yes, we know this.

He is a cock, and he thinks with his all the time too.

The short story.

Friday I was on a massive downer. I'm still riding it. Can't seem to kick the blues, which made this weekend difficult as I was in Leeds staying with Rach (who I bolt to whenever my life falls apart) and we went to see a Blues Brothers tribute show (which was actually awesome - like a hot dog - but I wish I had been in the mood to sing and dance along rather than just sit there, shattered and looking like I had been sucking on a lemon).

Anyway, Friday night was the staff xmas do. Fairly typical affair, we went for food and drank too much on the company credit card. Usual bollocks. I wasn't feeling it but The Big Boss came over towards the end of the night and put his arm around me and said quietly: "I heard the news. Congratulations. I am so pleased for you." He gave me a squeeze, we posed for yet another smiley xmas photo and that was that. But that was nice.

So, I left reasonably early, and hooked up with Edge Monkey who was in a pub in Soho with some mates. Edge Monkey and I then headed back to Victoria to get the train (to our separate houses) and had a Christmas cuddle for lonely people who have nobody to love them on the escalator up from the tube. Good old Edge Monkey.

Anyway, FM and I had been texting throughout the evening. He was on his company xmas do, over in Farringdon. I flirted along, was extra distant. He wanted to know where I was. I was vague. Then came the predictable "Do you fancy catching a train to Brockley? x x x" text. By this point, I was already walking home and had no intention of going to his. I said that sure, I would. He was hell bent on me going back to his. I was changing into my PJs and replied that I would only go if he wanted to see me.

"You bet I do x x x"

I checked my overnight bag for my Leeds trip and got into bed. "Ok, am just in CJ. See you later x"

He asked how I was doing. I said I wouldn't be able to get to London Bridge in time for the last train. He said I "seriously" should try. I said if I miss it I would be stranded! He said I should get over to his somehow.

End of correspondence.

Next morning I texted him cheerfully to ask how his head was.

Ignored.

Later: "You not talking to me?"

Ignored.

Early hours of the morning when a bit drunk and tired and upset: "Take that as a no then. Well, hope you're alright."

Ignored.

End of.

Delete, delete, delete.

The boy is an arse, but he still manages to suck me in. How do they do it?

Why?