The weekend from hell.......

And this is why I am a bitter, old spinster at only 29. The date I thought I had on Friday night, in fact turned out to be just a drink......which is not so bad. However, at approximately 10pm, after lord knows how many wines and nothing to eat, we started arguing. We continued to argue right up until he left me at the top of my street after the walk home. It was like a train wreck, and I have absolutely know idea how it happened. Mustering all my courage, and very hung over I rang him, we had a reasonable conversation and I thought sorted it all out. That was until I was completely snubbed at the bus stop this morning, what the?!? This is why I am choosing renovating and cows over boys.