tonight..

A stressful day at work.. I call T and ask if he is about for a catch up at the pub.
He meets me within the hour.
We drink and he tells me about his latest employment potential..

I tell him I am going to get a nose-ring. Within a week. I swear I am. I am terrified that I am turning into an old biddy.. The reason? I have been bleeding for seven days. Day five was a torrent.. but it is easing off now. Still. It's confronting! What if this is it!?
(of course I don't tell HIM about the period)

He asks if I am going to get a unicorn tattoo as well?

No! No.. realisation and something resonates in my mind.. jingles..

He tells me when we knew each other eighteen years ago I told him about a unicorn tattoo I planned to get, to mask the little scar on my arse.

He remembers the scar. I remember now my intention to get a unicorn on my butt.

It's weird having someone know this shit about me.
Good god. Imagine if I had a unicorn on my butt right now?

At least with the nose ring I can take it out when I am over it..