https://bit.ly/3y1od2R https://bit.ly/3Us0joD https://bit.ly/3UnDoLc https://bit.ly/4dq8Wsg https://bit.ly/3Uq0iS1 https://bit.ly/3UkYolL https://bit.ly/3UoOLCr https://bit.ly/3UoOIXh https://bit.ly/3UmoLaN https://bit.ly/4aZpJ3R https://bit.ly/3y2lGFw We met at Bulimba and went to a cafe for a coffee (well, I had a cup of tea, but that’s not important). We were talking about our day, and I was talking about the passing of Screamo’s cat. Poor thing.
I said something about not really being a cat person though. To which Bachelor Number 23 responded with “Miiiaaaooow”. I stopped mid sentence. Did he really just miaow at me? I started talking again, and again he interrupted with “Miiiiaaaooow”. And then regaled me with ‘adorable cat’ stories. His pet cat when he was a kid. His flatmate’s cat and all the mischevious things it gets up to.
Obviously when I said I wasn’t a cat person he saw that as a challenge.
Anyway, I was really tired and pissed off. And afraid that if I had the ‘I don’t want to see you anymore” conversation with him whilst I was in that mood, that I might possibly tell him he was dud in bed as well. And I really didn’t want to go there. So I just said goodnight and left.
Big mistake.
On Friday night it was Sammy’s engagement party. I got drunk on champagne and didn’t eat enough food. On Sunday morning I was still hungover. Bachelor Number 23 had spent the whole weekend texting me and asking me if I wanted to do something, and I kept telling him I wasn’t well. Sunday morning I sent him a text saying I was planning to sleep on the living room floor under the airconditioning as I had thrown up earlier and wasn’t feeling well.
I woke at 11am to the sound of quiet knocking on the door. The door that’s inside the secure foyer. I was dazed and confused when I pulled open the door. And there was Bachelor Number 23. With a plastic bag of gifts for me.