About last night.

Went out for drinks last in to a local beer hall, for going away drinks for a former work colleague. 

Imagine my disappointment when my hot-as-hell former boss informed me (via Snapchat, which is so so SO very dangerous) that he wasn’t coming.

There will be able going away drink session in the next few weeks, and if he decides not to come, I might not turn up either.

I crave the attention I get from him, and I have zero doubts that he feels the same.

Like I said to him, if only I’d met him 5…6 years ago.

I need him to push that big red button.

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