“if you really don’t think I deserve you then you can fuck off”…. Lovely.<\/h3>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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I’m trying to forget about it (which consists of drinking wine) and I start hustling for dances.<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n I get talking to a guy. Oh man he’s good looking. I never say this, I find most people who come into the club fairly repulsive but he’s really cute. Maybe I’m drunk?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n He’s a 29 year old graphic designer from Edinburgh and has recently moved to the city. He’s been dragged in by his work mates for a ‘lads night out’. He tells me three girls have approached him for a dance. He refused to go but paid them \u00a320 anyway. The girls are \u00a320 up and don’t have to take their precious little panties down.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n He tells me how he appreciates the dancers have to make a living so is happy to pay them but feels embarrassed going for a dance. Aww he’s sweet ain’t he?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n We chat for ten minutes, his girlfriend cheated on him six months ago so he took the job here to start afresh. He seems genuinely nice. And hot. Oh god, I need to stop thinking that, but he is.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I wander off to the bar to buy another wine. My boyfriend has texted.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I do the rounds and make about \u00a3120, I keep looking over at the graphic designer. He’s watching me as I pretend to with flirt men and subsequently lead them for dances. Why do I feel weird that he’s watching me?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I go back over and we talk for longer. I notice how cute he is when he smiles, how polite is his when the waitress takes his order and how amazing he smells when I lean in.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Why am I thinking these things?!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n He asks me how long I’ve worked here, blah blah and asks if I have a boyfriend. I always tell customers I don’t – it makes them think they might have a chance to be more than a punter and hence they’re more likely to spend money.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n When I talk to men and I’m getting on with them I’ll tell them the truth as it won’t affect our short term relationship if they know I’m taken.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Why I am lying to this gorgeous man though? He talks about his ex girlfriend. How he tried to do everything to be the perfect partner but it was never enough. He took her to New York to propose (!) but found out she was cheating when he looked through her phone. He was calling to change a reservation he’d made for the restaurant that night and he found the seedy text messages to her boss.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I don’t have the heart to tell him my boyfriend (who he thinks doesn’t exist) couldn’t understand why I was mad when he stayed out all night at a house party and didn’t call\u00a0 me to let me know he was okay and not shagging another girl. ‘My phone battery died’. That old chestnut.<\/p>\n His parents came round the following afternoon but he was still at the party, I had to cover for him claiming he was at work.\u00a0 When he finally rolled in an hour later I had to spend the afternoon listening to them coo over how wonderful their precious little blue eyed boy is. I deserved a medal for not vomiting all over their smug little faces. He argued that I over reacted and I needed to ‘chill out’. I said he needed to move out.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The graphic designer looks upsets when he mentions his ex, I feel bad for asking about her. I know nothing about their relationship but I would give anything to be whisked away to New York and being told that the man of my dreams wants to spend the rest of his life with me. I guess he wasn’t the man of her dreams and that was why she cheated.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Oh he’s gorgeous.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n He excuses himself and goes to the toilet. I check my phone, no texts from my boyfriend. I quickly check Facebook. His status reads ‘Anyone up for getting smashed tonight?’.\u00a0 How nice. I bet my new love wouldn’t talk like that, plus he’s probably got better English skills.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/thelondonlook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/Angry-Girlfriend-2.jpg\" "\\"Angry")
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“I’m gonna stay out tonight, let u have some time alone. Don’t call me”…. Fuck him.<\/h3>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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