I don’t need to be any more embarrassed than I am! I absolutely cannot do anything obvious, I just can’t! I keep having convos with myself about how I’m an adult independent woman who needs to just grasp the bull by the horns etc. But, nope - the inner gauche teenager wins out every time!
Anyway - things are not going to plan. I get home to find a huge delivery lorry dropping off a load of bricks. Have a lovely chat with the driver, offer him tea. Go out the back to offer csb and cb tea. Haven’t met csb up to now so chatting away nicely. Cb comes and joins us and - I dry up completely! Seriously, almost mid sentence I get embarrassed and do the old “er anyway, tea?” To make matters worse, the bloody dog, whose never met the delivery driver, allowed himself to be admired and stroked. He’s met csb once so he gave him a cursory once over. He’s seen csb nearly every day for three weeks - and was barking and yapping away at the poor man, whose never done anything but make a fuss of him!
Description (ok I’ll preface this by saying a) we all have different tastes and b) I’m embarrassed to look at him most of the time): tall, thick spiky hair which is grey yet I think he’s actually quite young (hence confusion over age), lovely intense dark eyes, very fit (well he can shift a lot of soil at least) and, er, a couple of missing teeth 
. They’re not always missing so he must have insertable ones, and I’m very sorry, I can’t for the life of me think why I find that attractive but I do!
This could be quite identifying so if any of you recognise your dp’s, I’m sorry, I didn’t know!