Let's call him David. I met David on the first day of our university interviews. We walked through the gate together, having found out that we came from the same part of the world. Over the next six years, I've discovered that he's stubborn, over-sensitive, a stickler for his brand of politeness, smarmy, manic depressive and severely lacks a sense of humour. He's also allergic to eggs, skinny and has an appalling mother.
We rowed for much of college. Then Jamie started lodging with him, so I see him all the time. I started thinking that I didn't want him to think I was a bitch any more. I wanted him to think better of me, just because I like to be liked, I guess. I bought his sister a congratulations card when she got into Oxford. Just tried to be nicer to him. I quite enjoy winding him up. He's asking if I want to have a drink with him on Friday, which I can't do anyway, because I'm watching the Big Brother Final with Jamie. Whether this is him just wanting to be friends or if it's meant to be a date, I don't know yet whether I want to go there.
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