A Mean Hangover and a Head Full of Chloe

I have become so adept at lying that I almost feel like I should be at a house-warming party dressed as a Wild West demimondaine right now. That’s where I told my client I was going tonight. I had all the details – the theme, how I made my costume. I even invented friends flying in from other cities who needed to be picked up from the airport. My client wanted me to stay overnight, but, uh-uh, I don’t think so. This guy needs constant reassurance that I find him deeply attractive, even though he’s more than old enough to be my father, and not in a good way (I can appreciate older men, just not this older man). A couple of hours with him is exhausting; an overnight is unthinkable. Especially with a mean hangover and a head full of Chloe.

My best friends think the bite marks on my neck are from some random girl called Donna who, yes, I might see again, but not for anything serious. Yes, I got her number. No, I haven’t called her yet. I met her at that bar where the punk band was playing. Yeah, after you guys left. No, I don’t think you’d have seen here there – I think she arrived later. Kinda tall, brunette, a tattoo on her right arm.

This is because I don’t want my friends to know that I hooked up with Chloe, who is in her circle of friends and is, oh, maybe a fortnight out of a long-term relationship with Amelia. Yes, dear reader, you guessed it, Amelia is also in our circle of friends and would be devastated to know that Chloe is enjoying her freedom quite so voraciously.

My far-away boyfriend chooses to believe I’m… Actually, I have no idea what he chooses to belief. I think he chooses blissful ignorance. He knows about my work, and I told him there was no way I was going to be monogamous to him while he was on a whole other continent. He said he didn’t care and I could tell him what i got up to if I like, but I said I wouldn’t unless he directly asked. So far he hasn’t chosen to ask. Wise boy.

And my workmates at my super-straight day job think I spend my weekends going to farmers’ markets, watching DVDs and maybe catching the occasional concert.

No wonder I’m so exhausted. Well, that and Chloe keeping me awake all night. Fuck, she’s hot, though. Honest-to-Goddess, rip-her-clothes-off hot.

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Yes, I did plan to just add another entry after almost three year’s absence without a lick of an explanation. So there.