Her Side of the Story:
He was in an odd mood when I got to the pub.
I thought it might have been because I was a bit late but he didn't say anything much about it.
The conversation was quite slow going so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk more privately.
We went to this restaurant and he was still acting a bit funny.
I tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or something else.
I asked him, and he said no.
But I wasn't really sure.
So anyway, in the cab on the way back to his house, I said that I loved him, he just put his arm around me.
I didn't know what the hell that meant because he didn't say it back or anything.
We finally got back to his place and I was wondering if he was going to dump me!
I tried to ask him about it but he just switched on the TV.
Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to sleep.
Then after about 10 minutes, he joined me and we had sex - but he still seemed really distracted, I just wanted to leave but instead I cried myself to sleep.
I dunno, I just don't know what he thinks anymore.
I mean, do you think he's met someone else?
His Side of the Story:
England lost again.
Tired.
Bit pissed.
Got me leg over though!
