Moronic

20 November, 2011

“I don’t like Him; He makes you do bad things”

“Like what?”

“Like making you pay for strippers and making you ditch me at the last minute”

I don’t like The Boy’s boss. Because of what happened before, with the strippers, and because he has The Boy at his beck and call.

This weekend, he told The Boy on Sunday morning that he has to be in Bristol on Monday morning. Could he not have planned ahead and let him know that in advance? As a result, I’m currently sat on Bristol Temple Meads train station platform with too much luggage… When we had planned to drive back to London together.

Last weekend The Boy cancelled his leave because He had fucked up and needed someone to look after Him. The Boy rushed to His aid and lost a day’s holiday without even blinking.

I would understand more if it was just his boss and he was just doing it because of his career. But knowing that it’s because he sees him as a friend, despite his moronic behaviour (strippers, infidelity, work fuck-ups etc), just irritates me. It feels like misguided hero-worship.

I have said all this to The Boy… But it still irritates me! What is a girl to do, eh?

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