People know me as a kind person, eccentric, erratic sometimes, but always nice.
If you don't piss me off, of course.
Well, a couple of months ago I received an email from an old ex-boyfriend from the very very very long time ago (kinda almost 15 years ago) with the usual questions: "How're ya, how's going, wotcha doing, etc."
Jeez, I remember the last time I saw him has been in 2005, since then I neither recalled his existence.
After few exchanges I found out that he met my brother for lunch and he already knew answers to above questions. After few emails, he invited himself here for a weekend first, then the weekend became 4 days.
Now, with all the kindness of someone that is going to see violated her privacy, I answered with diplomacy that I live and work here (and hard too, actually) and that I should have made an effort to join him for the weekend but there was no fucking way to see me any other day.
Disappeared into thin air.
People think I'm here on holiday, ffs!
You know now why he's an ex, doncha?
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