|"She started it."|
Of course, I knew Friday night that the weekend was going to be a bummer. Picked a fight with the kid hogging the jukebox, picked up a well-deserved black eye and his mate's girlfriend.
You're told by those in the know that women are never going to suggest these things, that they don't particularly like it either. And I'm nursing a black eye, a bruised ego and all kinds of inadequacies. I'm not going to say no.
She's got something uninteresting to do at uni tomorrow. She's a fresher, and actively communal in the way young people tend to be. Call her a cab, get cleaned up. I think I cried a little in the shower. She chooses to laugh it off by SMS. It's bad mating karma, but I can't bring myself to reply to "relax, shit happens!"
Teenage kicks - The Undertones