She asked would I pretend to be this guys girlfriend. Funnily enough, I was quite pleased, seemed like a fun thing to do, besides I love weddings.

So a few hours later a rather sexy looking man turned up at my house, we smiled at each other, and off we went to play happy couples. It was really just a clubby party kind of thing for friends (the formal part had been done earlier), and it was located in some really cool place. We mingled, started drinking, talking to everyone, dancing (my favorite bit). It was great.

At 5am when it ended and we got into the car. Erez (the guy) turned to me and said he didn't feel like going home yet.....and of course, nor did I. So I said let's just drive somewhere, till we feel like stopping. And we did (I remember thinking he had the most wonderful arms). We drove to some deserted beach, and swam in our underwear and drank wine. And kissed.

When the sun went down he dropped me off. A few days later he came to mine and we sat up all night listening to the rain and talking. And more kissing of course. It was a magical night.

Three days later he rang me and told me he couldn't see me anymore, that I made him feel things too strongly, that it was all happening too fast. That it was him not me...and I cried over it.  

A few weeks later he called me at 11pm at night and said he wanted to show me his work (he was a photographer) and could he come over and I said no it was late. So he went to see our mutual friend, and apparently talked to her about how amazing I was blah blah blah....and then she told him I had started going out with her flat mate.  

Five years he didn't talk to me. I would see him all the time, with friends, even sometimes in my own house (visiting my flat mate, later my boyfriend) and not a word would he utter. He just ignored me.

I never understood it.....after all he had dumped me.....my tears had been spilt, not his.....can't explain it.