Former co-worker and...one of those types of people, that you drink with and hope they aren't shot full of holes, someday.
Right. She's not my girlfriend, definitely. And everyone who's ever spent time with me comes to regret it, anyway. So I'd imagine she's thinking some very unsavoury things about your's truly.
I don't have girlfriends anymore, for fuck's sake. I'm not about to torture myself that much.