He took it. Yay! He's back discussing what he had for tea, bless him. :-)
So the way the day panned out. :-)
After the swapping of emails about manhattan etc, he sent me this,
'Ohhh, don't let me ruin your master plan!! You've worked so hard on it now, and invested three years of false low self-esteem and criminal celibacy in it! Yes, yes, of course after yesterday it should be apparent that I still fancy the tits off you (fancy the tits on you, too :-P), but if PM is more of a long-term prospect, you should see it through properly...'
Which prompted my text,
'yes'
prof cryptic and curt. Not like you, have I upset you?
me it's a 'yes'. I've spent the last 20 odd hours unable to walk past a wall without thinking about throwing you up against it & sticking my hand down your trousers. I absolutely want you somuch that I can't really concentrate on anything else & PM isn't that much of a consideration right now. So, yes, yes yes.
Then a bunch of stuff where I allude to the StD! but dont spell it out. He maintains it will 'just' be a 'fucking fabulous fling' because of the children thing, Then a bunch of FILTH, which got a bit much, so I pulled him up on it. He responded with 'you started it'... Which I did 
so we're now talking about low-carbing which is deathly boring, bring back the filth!!
