“Would you stop pacing? It is incredibly annoying,” says Morrtemis, rolling her eyes as she sits lazily on my couch. Not sure how long I’ve been pacing back and forth but I don’t intend to stop. I pace when I’m agitated, something I seem to be very frequently these days.
“She hates me. Surely she must hate me. I need to apologise; she has every right to hate me, but I don’t want her thinking she did anything wrong. What do I do?” I ask in desperation.
“Grovel. Lots and lots of grovelling,” she states nonchalantly.
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I. You disappeared on the woman in the middle of sexy time, that’s not the same as just saying ‘I’m not in the mood’ which any decent person would understand. You got her all hot and bothered and then vanished without an explanation. So like I said
