Headache or Heartache?

Seriously. What kind of man would get stupid drunk with a girl and still not make a move? Gay Nick Stampfer, that's who.

Several pints into the evening he did successfully recite backwards the royal secession from Elizabeth II to Alfred the Great, yet he didn't so much as kiss me on the cheek.

So why didn’t I just kiss him? I’m certainly not the prim old-fashioned girl who won’t make a move. And the sad answer must be I must not have wanted it on some core level. Because after five pints on an empty stomach, if I’d ever thought for a minute about wanting it it I would have gone for it.

As it was, I got no action and a hangover like I haven’t seen the likes of in ten years. So bad I took off work today – granted, not the best situation, considering the state of things there since the announcement last week, but oh well.

And so it was just this afternoon as I lay in bed staring at the cracks in the ceiling plaster that Stephen called me. I can’t account for why I picked up this time any more than I can account for why nothing happened last night with Nick.

"I miss you," he said. Followed by words I didn’t realize I’d been waiting for months to hear, together and in the right order.

"I am so sorry."

But remember the context, Claire. He only called once he found out about Julie and Alan. He’s getting some of his own and he deserves to wallow in it for a while. Remember Claire, he picked Julie over you.

Which begs the question, which is the better option? The man you can't trust anymore or the one who won't even touch you?

For those of you keeping score, monk-like chastity edges out infidelity by a nose. A tiny little cold wet mouse nose.

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