Worse Than Wicked
by I could not believe it. My first date in years with a good looking guy, and he turns out to be a priest.
It had been Josy’s idea. She said get out more. Get over Pete. He’s just a vicious little b*** for doing this to you. And she was right. Pete had no right walking out on me the way he did. We had been going together for about six weeks, things going fine I thought, then wham! It’s all over. What did he want? What was wrong with me that he couldn’t stick around?
“Men are all the same,” said Josy. And she was right. They are.
I went into one of my depressive modes, I mean really bad. Crying, drinking, crying some more. Work was the only thing keeping me going. The girls were really great, rallied round, even bought me cream cakes for lunch. I didn’t care. I ate six. Went home that night and cried some more. By the end of the week I’d put on three pounds. The world, I mean it, was really coming to an end as far as I was concerned. The first weekend after he dumped me the girls all got together and we had a night down at Raymond’s Bar. Raymond’s just put in all the latest designs, leather seating and swish draperies. He’s done a great job and it looks like something from the West End. I must admit being at Raymond’s with the girls really cheered me up. We started off with Daiquiris and went from there. I lost count. Every drink arrived with a ton of fruit on it and a sparkler. What a scream!
Then Raymond himself came round. He still looks the part even though he’s nearly fifty. Just got back from Marbella, so he was tanned and relaxed looking. He came straight over and put an arm around my shoulders. I’d had about four cocktails and six wines by this point, spent half a week’s wages on tryng to cheer up, and there he was, this tanned millionaire with his arm around my shoulder. He’s got clear blue eyes, Raymond, like jewels that promise you the earth. I felt my legs go a little weak. I even remember thinking, “If he says the right things, I’m his for the night!” That’s how bad I was. I needed cheering up. He said all the right things, well most of them anyway, till he called me a hot little babe and squeezed may bum. I put my drink down and walked out of that place in tears.
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