Way Back When

It was the end of April 2011 and I was dating a blonde haired, slightly strange looking man who I had met at a friends party. After having a drunken smooch he asked for my number. Ever the cynic, I doubted he'd get in touch , but lo and behold, having strictly followed the three day rule, I received a very well written text asking me out for a drink.
I was reluctant because I didn't find him conventionally attractive, but he seemed nice, and so I accepted. We went for a drink at a trendy bar that he chose and the date went well. So well, that we ended up dating for around 3 months until one night.
He offered to come over to my place and cook dinner for me, however the night before (a Thursday), I received a drunken phone call at 2am from him. He'd gone out to a strip club with work, was hammered into oblivion and asked if he could crash at mine. Although I was mad at the late night call (not so much at the fact he'd gone to a strip club...I'm not exactly prudish), the prospect of some good lovin' made me feel better. But no. Oh no. He arrived and promptly passed out on my bed fully clothed.
I contemplated dragging him out of my apartment by his ankles, but before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

The next morning, as he left for work, he told me he'd see me that evening and off he went.

I had just finished cleaning my apartment and was wondering where he was when I received a text from him telling me that he "had thrown up 3 times today, and was feeling awful, so he'd call me tomorrow". I responded telling him that it would have been nice if he'd let me know earlier, considering it was 8.30pm, I was starving and it was now too late to make other plans. He simply responded with "soz".
Later that evening, I found out that he ended up going out with friends, and ended things (albeit, only in my head).

The following day, I hit Camden with a friend, and while feeling quite shitty, I tried not to let it bother me.
After a couple of hours shopping, we settled in at bar where I met the hottest man I would sleep with.

5 days later, I finally received a text from Mr 'Soz' asking when he would be cooking for me. I nipped that idea in the bud immediately, and suggested he took me out to dinner to make it up to me instead. I was already over it, but thought I may at least get a free meal, and intended to make it as expensive as possible.
We met at the restaurant where I ordered fillet steak and an expensive bottle of red. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. His eyes said it all.
And when the dinner was done, so was the fling. After all, I had already embarked on my passionate romance with the bartender...