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I threw some things into a bag and ran out the door. I legged it down the street with Google Maps as my aide, while the cab driver spammed me with calls to ask if I was there. Before too long, I decided we were probably safe to move up to a room. Much easier than waiting for someone to send a dodgy GIF on Tinder then unmatch you for no reason. Without turning this into erotica, we moved from kissing to pretty much everything else. ‘Sec, I’ve gotta get this.’ I stared after him as he wandered into the bathroom and started shouting down the phone. ‘I can leave if you’ve got stuff to deal with,’ I said, trying not to laugh. I sat motionless for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. Hang on, he’s calling you.’ He was round the back of the high school I’d asked to meet outside. ‘The cab driver is here already, but my flight isn’t until 9.30,’ he said, looking annoyed. ‘Plus my cousin has turned up with him, I’d better go and sit him in front of Netflix or something,’ he said, pulling his trousers on. ‘It’s fine, I’ll be back in five minutes, and I’ll bring you another drink to say sorry,’ he said, running out of the room. I scrolled through my Twitter and Facebook feeds – although there wasn’t much going on at 4am. ’ ‘I can leave,’ I said again, increasingly feeling that it might be best to just do that regardless. Sure, this guy might have come up with the worst excuse to leg it – literally MID SEX – but maybe he genuinely did have some random crazy life he couldn’t get a handle on and was being shipped off to another country. I told him he’d disrespected me and I wasn’t down with that, then blocked him. ‘Apparently my flight is in an hour – what the hell? Or, if this was an excuse, it was the worst one ever. ‘Apparently I can’t get the next plane so I might even be missing this one! I looked at the posh bathroom and briefly considered trashing the joint in an act of rebellious defiance, then thought better of it. Regardless, I wasn’t about to hang around on Whatsapp – or Tinder – and wait for him to message me whenever he was back. I was about to pay for my ride home, but that was it.
He sends them the moment he wakes up and after work. When I confronted him about it he was defensive and said she was just a friend, that I don’t trust him and am making it a big issue when it isn’t.I have guy friends too, but I don’t text them every day! I am the kind of person who believes that when two people decide to commit to each other, they share everything, including letting each other know their phone passwords.However, he didn’t want to share his password although I let him know mine. What if he tied me to the bed, Christian Grey style, then ran away and left me there? ‘Your uh, friend has been texting me,’ the driver said, smirking. For God’s sake man, did I have ‘I’m down to fuck’ written on my forehead or something? They might have called it ‘ambience’ but I felt like I was in a Dickens novel. I wasn’t going to rush off to meet a stranger and lock myself in a room with him. OK so I’ll message you when I’m there and when I get home.’ I mean, I wasn’t about to let myself get abducted. Ten minutes later, I slid into the cab and we were off. Besides, the lobby was super dark with random lamps scattered around. Luxury shower gels and conditioners lined the wall alongside plush towels. And all this took was asking a few strangers if they were down to fuck.