Truce

Men and I, we don’t always get along (see previous post). But I do accept that they aren’t all bastards and in fact I know some pretty cool ones.

Obviously they have a tendency to behave appallingly, but then after a few drinks, I’m no angel either.

So, with this in mind, I’m calling a truce. Because, honestly? I hate men as much as I love them. Which is surely one of life’s greatest cruelties.

As an aside: He apologized in a sufficient form and has therefore been duly forgiven for being an arse.