An old crush, an old boyfriend, and sushi.

Of all the people we could have bumped into, it was The Lad we spied through the window of a bar in which we'd never, ever seen eachother before. We knocked and waved, he gaped in surprised and frantically gestured for us to come inside.

We did.

Some general chit-chat went on, some alcohol was consumed, and despite being as gorgeous as ever, The Lad is still an utter twat when he's pissed.

We drank pints, we drank shots, and I defended a man wearing a sweatband on his head when everyone started making tennis jokes. "There's nothing wrong with looking a little different," I said, which he took as a pick-up line, and in return decided to bore the shit out of me with a story that I can't actually remember, it was that boring.

"I don't know which Pick-Up School that guy went to."

"Maybe he was deliberately boring you, in the hope that you would kiss him to shut him up."

"Maybe."

My mind went fuzzy, and I lolled in the back of a taxi, singing along to the radio with a cracked and broken voice.

That was my night, and this was the day after the day after, because the day in between consisted of greasy food and nothingness.

I continued with the Bumping Into People theme by running directly into exBF on our way to fetch sushi (Sushi! How I have missed thee!). Un-fricking-comfortable, to say the least. He sms's me a lot, and asks me to movies because we said we'd stay friends. So far I have been skillfully noncommittal.

How do I say, "I don't think it'll work, because seeing you is so uncomfortable?" when I made The Promise?

"I'm sorry, but seeing you makes me freak out, because you look at me funny and still have pictures of us on your desk."

I don't know.

Sorry this post is so wishy-washy.

My job doesn't start for two weeks. I'm bored.