Hideaway

Brian Knocked on my door tonight and i pretended i wasn't in.
How pathetic is that?.

It was like something from a sitcom as i crept behind the sofa in case he looked through the letterbox to see if i was there.
It was a good job i did because he did look through the letter box to see if i was there and was shouting hello at the top of his voice as well.

I seem to have been bombarded with text messages from him today, all of which require an answer.
And if i don't answer i get a snotty 'why are you ignoring me?' follow up text.

I didn't invite him round tonight, he just decided he wanted to turn up out of the blue, which is something i hate from anyone.
Daniel knows to ring before he comes round and gets a bollocking if he doesn't and even my mother makes appointments before popping in.

I know that sounds bad but I think most people like a little warning before visitors arrive. Not that i was doing anything, but it would have been just as well anyway wouldn't it?

Why was i lying down behind the sofa though?, why didn't i just answer the door and tell him to fuck off?.
He eventually went, but then my mobile was ringing most of the night until i plucked up courage to call him back and tell him i was out and had left my mobile at home.

So just to recap. I am lying about not being at home and not having my mobile with me, whilst hiding at the back of my sofa in my own flat and stuffing my mobile inside a cushion to muffle the ring tone.

I get the feeling this relationship is doomed, don't you?