"D"P has just had a package delivered. Its a calander of p3 girls. Apparently him and all the lads at work "chipped in" for it, they apparently HAVE to have a "boob calander" (his actual words) up at work "for the lads"
These "lads" are all middle age men, my DP being the youngest at 29
I told him i thought it was sad and pathetic and that its like being with a schoolboy. He said if it upsets me then im the sad one and need to get a grip.
Im getting sick of this, he knows the name, surname and fucking bra size of every glamour girl out there. Its just sad.