sunday night and the one who got away and i were both invited to a soiree in a trendy london suburb. i just happened to be across town at a dinner beforehand and was fashionably late. so fashionable that the one who got away left a long time before i got there. our mutual friend, unbeknownest to our situation, tried to detain him with news of my imminent arrival.

the one who got away could not have left soon enough, and i'm convinced it was due to my imminent arrival. i almost apologised to our friend, but to do so would mean explaining the whole sad story and frankly that would be a party pooping activity.

so like a real lady, i just shrugged and danced the night away.
which is not good when one has to work the next day.