Less than two weeks ago…
Scat: Look, it’s more that I want the person I want to want me back and to know it. Oh God, I don’t know. Let’s talk about it this weekend.
Morag: No, let’s not.
Scat: And I’m the child.
Morag: Excuse me?
Scat: Cat and mouse, cat and mouse.
Scat: Why can’t we talk about it this weekend?
Morag: Because I’m not going to see you this weekend. I’m going away with a friend.
Scat: Anyone I know?
Morag: That’s not likely is it? You don’t know any of my friends.
Scat: Anyone I know OF I mean.
Morag: You mean is it Ollie?
Scat: I suppose so, yes.
Morag: Of course it’s not.
You don’t know me at all, do you?
Scat: I suppose not, no.
Morag: Right. Any more questions?
Scat: So when was that decided?
Morag: Hold on a sec….
Here we are -
You’re rather inquisitive for a fuck buddy.
Scat: Touché. Right. OK, Morag. Well, do have a great weekend and maybe I’ll see you around.
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Later that day...
Morag: The thing is though, your blog is supposed to be about your quest for true love, I just thought your readers should know that here you are being offered love and you’ve turned it down.
Scat: What? Really? I had no idea.
Was I being offered true love?
When did that happen?
Morag: Don’t be a smartarse, please.
I made it perfectly clear that I was offering to take our relationship onto the next level – onto a firmer footing, and you threw it back in my face.
Scat: NO no no nonono. No!
I did not throw anything anywhere. I just didn’t see why I should roll over and let you lick my face after you’d already – quite coldly – rejected me.
I didn’t think you’d give up so easily to be honest. I thought maybe you might try and persuade me, buy me Sugar Puffs, make me realize that maybe I could believe in what you were half-saying, that maybe you really did want to be with me, but instead at the first tiniest setback you’re fucking off on weekends and trying to make me jealous.
Morag: It was NOT cold.
Morag: Are you jealous?
Morag: You child.
Scat: YOU fucking child. How DARE you.
Morag: This is starting to get a little tedious now.
CAPITALS and all.
You know what I meant.
Scat: You want me to blog about you? Fine, I’ll blog about you, right down to this exchange here if that’s what you want.
I did not! Not for sure.
Morag: I’m past caring frankly. Blog it all, blog none of it. It’s entirely up to you.
Scat: I love you.
Morag: Excuse me?
Scat: Nothing. I didn’t say anything.
Morag: You’re the weirdest person I’ve ever met.
Scat: Are you sure you don’t want to spend the weekend with me? I really want to spend the weekend with you.
Morag: Oh, Stan I can’t now. I’ve promised my friend we’d do something.
Scat: OK, OK.
Morag: I’ll see you next week though, if you’re up for it. I want to see Somers Town with you.
Scat: OK, that’ll be great.
Morag: Have a good weekend then. Is Keith about?
Scat: Nah, he’s off to help his dad move. I’m looking after next door's Smudge. And I think I’m going to go and see my dad.
It’s Dad Weekend in fact. How odd.
Morag: Oh God yeah, I really hope that goes well.
Morag: OK, I better get going. I’ll speak to you on Monday.
Scat: OK, have fun.
Morag: I'm sorry I was such a cow earlier.
Scat: I'm sorry too.
Morag: Bye Stan.
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