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| Polka_Doll |
I had a message off of my ex this morning that left me amused and insulted in equal measure. It's been a rocky old week of arguing and bickering that I'm pretty sure started last Saturday night.
It was my ex's weekend to have our son and I was sat at home messaging this Dom I've been seeing. As we started chatting about sex and porn he told me to call a cab and go to his flat. In my eagerness to go and get ready I forgot to refresh my IC page to see if he'd sent me anymore memos. I got into the taxi, it was almost midnight, I was wearing a red and black pussy bow blouse, a short leather skirt, red tights and over knee boots. As we started driving down the road I text my man to tell him I was on my way. My phone beeped: "wig? etc?" "No, but I look nice..." "Did you not read my last memo?. If not go back and sort it. Make the taxi wait." So I turned the taxi round, went back to my house and read the memo. I needed to change my tights to seamed stockings and suspenders, my boots to stilletto heels and put on my red wig. I got back into the taxi, smiled sweetly and started doing my make up as we set on our way.
Then I had a call off my housemate, the cabbie would have only heard my end of the conversation (obviously), me saying stuff like "I'll be fine", "don't worry, he's a nice guy" and "I don't know where he lives but I'm safe" I then moaned about having to stop en route for wine, huffing and puffing about how it wasn't an option for me to not follow instructions. I got the cabbie to stop in Archway so I could buy a bottle of wine and then headed to my mans flat. We couldn't find it (partly 'cos Camden looks very different in the dark and partly 'cos I'd not yet been there) and I kept telling the querying taxi driver "I only know the address, I've never been there". When we got there my lovely Dom was standing outside to greet me. I pointed over and said to the cabbie "That's him, he'll pay you" and we pulled up. My fella opened the taxi door, kissed me, told me I looked fantastic and told me to stand out of the rain while he sorted out the cab.
When we were upstairs chatting I said "You know, I think the taxi driver thought I was a prostitute", he laughed and said "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he did..." and it turns out he's not the only one....
So firstly, my ex lives opposite me. We don't get along. It's a bitter, acrimonious split. On Sunday when I collected my son he was due to give me money and didn't. Then we've been bickering all week over money. I suspected that he'd maybe seen me going out or with shopping, or something else that made me think I was living it up with his money but I wasn't sure what. Over the weekend I sent him an itemised email of what my son costs, making it clear in black and white that his paltry child support doesn't even nearly cover the cost.
Then, this morning I receive this: "How have you been making ends meet? I hope you've not been doing anything you don't want to (you don't have to put it down in text/email) but you really shouldn't have to do that."
Clearly my prostitute chic look had been horribly convincing!
Edited Mon 7 Dec 09, 12:47 PM by Polka_Doll
| 7 Dec 09, 4:44 PM FairyGirl UK(YO), 2 yrs   |
This made me lol! Haha! "Nothing saves anyone's life, Sir. It just postpones their death." - Posner , The History Boys. |
