Of course, we couldn't just go out without S inviting his "proper" friends along. He does it almost all the time. Most of his friends are OK, but there's one guy who's a selfish, arrogant asshat. But even so, inviting his mates out all the time can be tiresome. Last night, for example, was the first night I've seen S and GM in months. It would be nice to get out and have a proper catch up. It's difficult to get S to talk about anything with any substance at the best of times, but he clams up even more when he's out with his friends, even though he's quite open with them.
Still it was an enjoyable night, even if S's friend did end up calling the shots with regards to where we went. We managed to shepherd him toward our preferred bars.
We ended the night with cocktails and GM and I having a conversation about CH, about her unreliability and how my criticism of her ended our friendship. We didn't speak of the undeniable sexual tension that had existed between us. I'm convinced that no-one noticed apart from CH and me. If anyone had, they've never mentioned it.
According to Facebook this morning, I narrowly missed bumping into FBS in our starting bar and if we hadn't made a last-minute decision, at the end of the night, to go to a club instead of our original choice of bar, we'd have bumped into an ex-girlfriend of GM's... on her hen night.
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