In Yo Face

The last time I had communicated with the infamous intern in my office, I was three drinks deep and basically breaking up with him in the smoke lounge of Zebra via phone. Now he is here today. Just showed up even though I already have an intern today. Well fuckity fuck, dude. I meant what I said on the phone.

To explain, this fella came over one night a few months ago with a bottle of whiskey and a broken heart. His girlfriend of a long time was done with him. He said they were really breaking up this time, that he would not go back and he was moving on. We drank and laughed and hung out all night, and then proceeded to stay up most of the night. For the first time, he slept over with me and waking up to another guy is pretty big to me, especially when we were secretly having an affair for more than a year. He even bought me breakfast the next morning....

I didnt hear from him for a few days, but I didn't give a shit. He probably felt bad or something. Well about a week later I am stumbling through Safeway with my neighbor Mike and lo and behold- there he is. As I walk forward smiling, the image of a much-blonder her came into focus and slapped my senses clean. WTF? I fakes the hellos until they left, and got the fuck out of the store.

Fast forward to Zebra. The prick is drunk (alcoholic) and calling to see what I am up to. A booty call. Well, Sir Fuck You, remember when I saw you with your girl when you said you two were done??? Go fuck yourself and never call me again.

Can't believe he is here today. Fake it till he leaves, then curse his bastard soul.