Bowie and I burrowed under the covers. Upon a recent trip to my fair city. (dublin) Bowie and I took shelter under my covers (the house is really really old and cold). And confessed something of a rumour which had been troubling him.
‘I have to ask, are you back in touch with the pirate ?’
it seems my old ‘friend’ the pirate had been making non discreet enquires as to my whereabouts. Concerned at my absence in a certain watering hole and missing me around town. (I would always pop up and bump into him somewhere. More often then not sans make-up)
‘Did he send you an email ?’ I asked
‘No pet. He was in Cork.’
That sat me bolt upright and then some. Gin and tonic flavoured chocolate in hand. Everyone knows that the pirate never leaves Limerick for Cork.
The funny thing was, now that I thought about it. I no longer cared. Gone are the days that a mere mention of the pirate would have had me in a frenzy. I just can’t be bothered. Why back a dying horse? The pirate had made his choice. A year ago –ish during last october when I was an angry artist and he was, well, an idiot. He had engaged in a short but interesting affair with me. Hidden in the back of Limerick. We frequented every quiet bar, every noisy nightclub. Safe in our own little cacoon of happiness. Texting every night till we fell asleep to each other’s XOXO’s. until down it crashed. Upon my head not his. He walked. Away. With her. While I went back to the relationship I had ended for him. Alone and annoyed I resented his popping up in MY town around MY drinking spots and MY college. Worse then that were the frequent attempts to rekindle what had happened. Even though he had publicily embarrassed me. I had made my choice. No more pirate.
Even if his cheekbones are model standard.
It’s amazing to realise that, you are over someone. Even if it has taken a while. Excitedly I relayed this information to Bowie.
‘Thank god. He exhaled. I just couldn’t hold your hand through another pirate related mess. I mean, jesus it took you like a year to get over his not calling you and dumping you. Kind of. I mean, he chose his girlfriend over you right ? man that must have hurt. No wonder it took you so long. God and then with your break up to whatshisface? I mean, god.’
Who needs enemies when you have friends like these right?????