To give the boy his due, we did actually meet up and have a conversation about his “Dear John” text. His suggestion. I wasn’t entirely sure how things would go, but we met up in town and had a few drinks. The conversation wasn’t too awkward, and it turns out it was him and not me. Ha! I’ve referred to him as a fuckwit and as going through some kind of midlife crisis and I’m not taking that back, but we left our evening amicably and as friends still, I think.
On the way home I booked tickets for a music festival in Paris as commiseration, and am also in the process of booking two weeks away in the Outer Hebrides, so there is good stuff happening. Also had a few sneaky doughnuts (oops) but as I’ve just bought the Tom Kerridge healthy eating cookbooks, those are off the menu again now. I refuse to wallow!
So back being single again. Oh well. Onwards and upwards – and I’m looking around all the corners.