Chapter 1417

• ONE A.M. GIRLS’ NIGHT OUT
• I swing around, pint glass in hand, and there he is. Rob. He’s dancing with some girl, and the eye contact he’s making looks convincing from her vantage point, but most of the time he’s scanning the crowd under the cover of the strobe lights. I try to pretend I don’t know he’s catching my eye.
• Last time I saw him, he was tiptoeing out of my apartment in his socks, collecting his scattered belongings and sneaking out the door. That’s why I decided. No more flirty eyes across the bar at kicking-out time, no more grinding on the dance floor. No more shot-for-shot games sitting either side of a bottle on the floor. No more rum- and sweat-soaked orgasms in the small hours, followed by a two-day hangover and a three-day come- down where I cursed my luck with men and whatever perky- breasted bitchslut he was surely sniffing after now.