day one of the break-up
You know watching internet porn is much duller when there is no-one around to chastise you?
It isn’t a Hollywood film, it isn’t really that dramatic. It’s the everyday fact of life that leaves one sitting numb in an empy(ish) living room that you don’t quite recognise, wondering whether life has finished, or maybe, just perhaps, begun.
Fifteen hours have passed since gf (short for girlfriend) said that she didn’t trust me and that she was moving back to London, forever and immediately qualifying her as ex-gf. Fifteen hours during which the flight was booked, bags packed, pictures taken down, masculinity besmirched and life changed. Hence, first things first, internet porn and a diary of the typical, mundane nonsense that everyone goes through but apparently no-one else can quite comprehend. She’s in London, I’m in Dublin and it is more than geography that separates us.
Nice opening line Doc. I haven’t read any more yet, so nice opening line.
The rest of it isn’t bad either.
You poor fellow…..what a waste for you. You can always come to Bangkok for some R & R. You won’t need a computer to find it.