I don't ask much! I know I promised not to overthink things from here on, a promise I intend to uphold. But really, The Frenchman is irking me today. All I wish to know is are we doing something tomorrow - yes or no? Are we going out, or staying in? If the latter, his place or mine? That's it! All pretty pertinent questions I think it could be reasonably agreed I could do with the answers to.
Now I know he is A Boy and
a) exists in a completely different timescale to normal people
b) is pretty much able to wash and go
But I am A Girl. More to the point, I am A Girl with a messy bedroom, legs that could do with a shave (mercifully my bikini line has been to the poodle parlour recently), no idea what I should attire myself in tomorrow, and a negligible idea where my decent sets of matching underwear are hiding.
In addition to which, I'm going out tonight, so if limbs are to be de-fuzzed, room is to be blitzed, sheets are to be changed, flatmate pre-warned, laundry done, and sexy underwear retrieved, (possibly with the help of Time Team), it would be rather nice to know, so I'm at least prepared to do it when I arrive home at around 10pm tonight after a few gins.
Alternatively, in the event that he flakes out on me, I need to fish my manky gym clothes out of their bag and get them washed so I can do something constructive with my evening (although if he does, he's being dumped very unceremoniously back into the pond, and not before having his legs served up for dinner with a nice buttery garlic sauce and a cheeky Bordeaux).
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