The week or so leading up to my interview with Matthew and Steve was rather awful. Turned out, dreading something while simultaneously being desperate to get it over with was kinda suck.
But having spent three years at University doing pretty much anything to avoid having to get a degree, I was a grand high master of distracting myself. And having a…a…whatever George was to me…lover…person-with-benefits…paramour helped immensely too.
I’d slept around plenty and even had a couple of boyfriends before Matthew, but I’d never actually been with someone I was banging regularly in an emotionally uncomplicated way.
Of course, the weirdest thing about it was that what I had with George now was probably exactly what Matthew had tried to set up with me at the beginning.
What had he called it
