I was late to work today because that buttface of a co-worker of mine, the one who is generous enough to drive me to work, decided twenty minutes after we should have been here that he had no intention of coming. To make a long story short, I was almost an hour late and missed a meeting where my boss was telling every one "Don't be late!"
And to make this day better I am to go have coffee with Alex, who I dated once upon a time. Alex disappeared from the world for a while there until Monday he sent me an IM out of the blue. He was quite persistent on catching up with me. But me, being the bitch I can be, hounded him about his mysterious disappearance. He, of course, had all the right excuses about not having my number and being very busy. I knew this was all a bunch of crap so I asked him why he wanted to see me again, and do you know what he said?
He said I was one of the few people who touched his heart. What a bunch of crap, it's probably something more like I was one of the few people to touch his cock. Maybe he thinks he'll get lucky again? Ha, so not going to happen. And I only agreed to meet with him for a quick cup of coffee so he would be forced to look me in the eyes and admit to me he stopped calling because he started banging another girl. And then I can punch him in the face. I guess I don't really need to punch him in the face, I was over it almost before it ended. Maybe I can just give him the evil eye and pretend my feelings are very hurt. Then he will have to feel bad.
But somehow I get the feeling none of that will happen because once I agreed to meet him I informed him I was seeing someone so anything between us would be strictly platonic. He said that was cool and he would email me to confirm and make arrangements. I get the feeling he won't be sending me an email.
And that, ladies, is what I like to call a wanker.