RIGHT, SO THE GIRL had disappeared. No problem. Girls come and go all the time. Fish in the sea. So what? There was no point looking for her. If she’d decided to do a runner, that was her decision. For whatever reason. Nothing much anyone could do about it. I certainly wasn’t going to run after her and try to “win her back”. No chance. Not me.
If she ever turned up again, we’d see what happened. But she’d be the one crawling back to me. If I was in the mood. Yip, that was the way to handle this. Put it all behind me, and move on. Preferably as soon as humanly possible. And everybody knows that the best way to get over a woman is to find another woman. Or to get horribly drunk. Or all of the above, in no particular order.
So the drinking part was well underway. And there were a couple of
