Hung out to dry
I’d been seeing a bloke for 3 months when we met in our local town! The night was going fine until we hit the club, where his ex was, he was talking to her loads and I was sus (and gutted) but stayed strong until I saw them snogging just off the dance floor, so I stormed over to the bar, ordered a pint of water (didn’t want to waste money on beer!) walked straight over, called his name, and poured it all over him, he was drenced and looked a right fool infront of his mates! I deleted his phone number that night and remember that night as being the best thing I ever did! And I still feel I have the upper hand for not phoming/texting him ever!
Betty Ingle, 22, United Kingdom
