The Pledge
Flat mates in their 20s Guy and Ailsa pledged that if they were still single at 34 they would marry each other

10 years later both post divorce they find themselves single and back living together. Will they keep the pledge?

Let me know if you like this story people. I will update on a Sunday!

Guy Spencer woke up with a start. He stretched out an arm to touch her and found she was gone. He sat up and looked around the room. He opened his eyes wider which hastened in his hangover. He attempted to run his tongue around his mouth and found his mouth was as dry as an Arab's sandal.

He managed to focus on a note left on his bedside table written in black eyeliner. He picked it up and brought it over for closer inspection.

'Morning Sex God. Wow.'

He laughed heartily at the note. A fair appraisal of last nights performance by both parties he felt. He gingerly made his legs swing out of the bed and find the floor. He took a deep breath in and stood for a second to gain his composure before stumbling to the toilet.

Guy looked in the mirror and saw his reflection with added drawings in red lipstick outlining the mirror. Well not only was last night's companion a wild cat in the sack she was also a part time Picasso.

Arrows around the mirror pointed to his reflection with the words Sex God above the arrows. He let out a small laugh and shook his head. He looked as far from a Sex God than he had is his life. His dark curls sticking up in all areas. His brown eyes ringed by lack of sleep and alcohol.  He flattened his hair down recalling the night before, where the owner of the art work in the mirror was grabbing hand fulls of his hair when he was between her thighs. He recalled he quite liked being there and she very much liked it too.

He now understood what Oasis were signing about when they call a woman electric. She was something else and more. Not the usual one night stand of pretty thin blonde posh girls that he met up with. Dearie me no. A northern lass who was curvy and funny. Maybe he should look at widening his type.

He threw some cold water on his face and made his way back to his bedroom where he found his jeans and top from the previous night. He looked at the time which hastened his actions. Guy quickly dressed found his wallet, keys and headed for Ed's Cafe on the corner. Ready for his Sunday Morning ritual of a full English breakfast and several cups of tea.

The spring air revived him. However he had to perform a double take when he noticed that all four of the cars parked outside his flat had a familiar message written in lipstick on their windscreens.

The man in flat 3 is a Sex God. Wow.

He sprinted back into the flat and found some window cleaner and spent 10 minutes cleaning the homage to his horizontal arts. She was a handful. He laughed as he thought about her demands to be taken roughly on all of the kitchen worktops. He reminded himself to give them all a thorough cleaning tonight when he got back from the pub.

Guy folded in the chair. Ed the cafe owner placed a mug of tea in front of him and smirked. Ed's cafe was a Sunday morning ritual. Ed, the Turkish owner, had been his friend and confidant for years. Supplying hangover remedies to single people throughout London Bridge.

"Good Night last night?" Ed knew the answer before Guy gave it. One, he had a note to tell him. Two, he saw the cars and three, Guy looked knackered.

"I have had the maddest 24 hours!" Guy looked up and shook his head.

"Ended well though eh? Whole street know that you are a Sex God." Ed pointed to the cars and took out the note that the woman gave him.

"She was...remarkable." Guy grinned. Probably all the more as he would never see her again. Guy found one night stands like mini relationships. The sex was normally carnal and liberating with both parties honest about what they do and don't want.

"Where do you meet this woman? She put £10 in an envelope and pushed through the door with this note. Note says. Man is very dehydrated. Give him tea and breakfast on me. Got to go to practice." Ed brandished the note in his hand. Guy took it from him and read it. He placed the note in his pocket.

"She is a mate of my cousin Jenny's. I went to watch Jenny in a Hockey match and this mad woman was playing on the left. Some bloke was giving her a bit of lip from the sidelines. She dropped her stick ran over and snogged him." Guy laughed recalling the events. This poor bloke had no answer. She snogged him, picked up her hockey stick and ran off. Her team mates patting her on the back.

"Boyfriend?" Ed enquired as he placed the toast in front of Guy.

"Opposing team's boyfriend. She niggled at them the whole time. Scored 2, got man of the match and man of the after match...me."

Ed shook his head and laughed. He then dropped a large mug of tea in front of Guy.

"You take her back to yours?" Again, Ed knew the answer. He had seen Guy many a Sunday morning. He returned to cooking up the breakfast.

"After about three hours of the pub. She mostly stated this was a one night thing and I was too much trouble for a relationship."

"She knows about your reputation?" Ed placed the breakfast in front of Guy.

"No! I had never met her before yesterday." He hadn't. He had no idea how she knew about his reputation.

"Maybe ladies on internet make website about you." Ed laughed.

"What? No! Dear God! I am way too fleet of foot for that. I never let them stay at mine!" Guy found that a girl staying at his was too awkward. Not like last night's woman, who got what she came for and left.

"This one did!" Ed raised his eyebrows to emphasise his point.

"Only because she was 100% that she never wanted to see me again. True to her word, I woke up and she was off. Apart from the Damien Hurst art instillation in my bathroom - good as gold. Didn't leave a number. Didn't try to put one in my phone either."

"This happens to you? You are a lucky man Guy." Ed was sure that he had a different woman every weekend.

"Hmm not really. They then get a bit stalkerish and I have a nightmare trying to shake them loose." Guy recalled the last girl Jordanna who stalked him for two months straight. She must have brought every sick pet that her friends and relatives could rustle up to his vet practice.

"Oh, like the girl who sat here for a week making moon faces at your flat. I am sorry my friend. I did think she was your cousin."

"Not your fault Ed. I would find it harder to forgive you if your breakfasts weren't so delicious." In truth he could have murdered Ed at the time.

"Ha! You are right. Are you meeting with the lads at The George for a livener?" Ed again felt like he had Clairvoyance.

"Definitely. Then we will watch the match on Sky and home for a much needed kip Ed." The lady of last night had drained his powers.

"Sounds like heaven. Me? I am here until 4 then I am at the outlaws for Sunday Dinner. Bath the kids and collapse. You enjoy your youth!"

"Won't last forever. I reckon I have another four years before I am thirty. That's a good time to settle down isn't it?" It was when Guy decided that he would move on from being too single.

"I was 30. Just about right. I had opened my second cafe. I could provide for a family." Ed gestured to his cafe which was now filling up with hungover singles.

"Well I had better get on with it then. I have a flat and a sports car does that count?" Guy joked.

"Ha! Sports car will go and you will end up with dad mobile like mine. Covered in spit and food from the kids."

Guy shuddered at the thought. He put his tip on the table, saluted Ed and marched to the pub.

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