Lies

So, yesterday night Laurent, my fave manager, was taking me home after work, and he called Nicolas, who was in the train, coming back to Lyon.
Obviously I was all excited and makin’ plans, so, when he sent me a message saying “Yo girl, in the end I can’t come to town tonight, sorry! Kisses” I thought he just wanted to make me a surprise.
So I hurried home, took a shower, dressed and all that stuff… and waited… and waited…

At about 10:30 I was annoyed and no so self confident anymore, and tried to call him. No answer.

So I just undressed and went to bed with my teddy to watch Kill Bill. Eventually I fell asleep, and when I woke up to turn off the telly I realized what happened. He had gone to see the football match with his buddies.

Nicolas called me at 2AM in the morning and I didn’t answer. He did not leave a message, either.

Any wonder I’m so sad and fucked up with myself this morning?