Remember this guy?
This guy - let's quickly recap - is someone I got on immensely well with at a party last year, had an absolutely amazing once-in-a-lifetime date with, who ended up leading me on and screwing me over for months before I finally had enough and ditched him, and who, I later found out, is a disciple of some picking-women-up guru called 'Mystery'. And he also wants a cowboy had because 'Mystery' had one. *shudders*
Anyway, today, after nearly a year, he sends me a message on Facebook, completely out of the blue. It flashed up on my iPhone when I was at lunch just now, and I almost projected my food out of my mouth and across the room with shock.
What did he want, you may ask? Well -
Hey you,
Hope your doing well, saw this and as your an amazing photographer I thought I would forward it on :o)
'It' was basically a request from some guy at a photography agency, wanting people to cover the Pride festival in London this weekend. Which sounds alright, but I have plans already, plus, I'm not quite confident in my papping abilities yet.
But that's quite enough of that.
'Hey you'? Dearest, I'm not sure if you noticed, but we are no longer friends on Facebook. Which you would know, because you would have had to scroll through our mutual friend's list of friends to find me. This is for the simple reason that you acted like a total dick. So let's cut the chummy tone, shall we?
Hope I'm doing well? Yeah, I'm sure you do.
And - 'an amazing photographer'?? I mean thanks and everything, but for all you know about me, you may as well describe me as an amazing gymnast, or an amazing singer, or an amazing neurosurgeon (clearly I suck at all three - especially the neurosurgery).
What a random and flimsy excuse to get in touch.
The answer to your next question is: 'Did I fuck'.
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