Blimey. Well, yesterday was nice. I spent it at my friend's house eating far too much and watching silly films and...um...being the somewhat gleeful recipient of multiple phone calls from the gorgeous Friday Night Date. Oh hello. This morning when I got up (at the crack of dawn, I might add), he'd already e-mailed me to say good morning and wish me a nice day and to say he looked forward to talking to me this evening. How nice.
On the other hand...my much-too-young friend has redoubled his efforts following my refusal to spend next weekend with him being loved up (see previous posts) and has, er, took it upon himself to try a completely different approach. Up til now he's been very polite. No saucy texts, no dirty emails, no suggestiveness at all. I mean obviously he's not shy in person but he's never been, well. Even the slightest bit naughty.
...Until now.
Now, it appears, he's decided the way forward is to prove exactly how much he likes me...how very, VERY much....by showing me precisely what I'm going to be missing by not holing up in a hotel all weekend with him. I nearly dropped the phone when I opened that particular photo message. Good lord. *cough* Apparently...in purely physical terms...well, it would seem I am going to be missing a considerable amount.
I think I need a cup of tea and a smoke. And possibly...a lie down. Somewhere quiet.
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