It’ll be like having an affair. I’ve never had an
affair. But you know, clandestine meetings. Going out in the least sexy uniform of all time (the only way to make an actual nurses uniform look sexy is to take the damn thing off and chuck it on the floor, despite every single man ever fantasising otherwise) and getting changed and made up in a car park somewhere!
He texted to see how my day went. I resisted being flirty (I am in the bath. I did not tell him this. I thought about it. How cool am I?) I said I was considering a hot bath. He said a hot bath sounded good after some gym-boxing thing (insert minor interlude while I have a bit of a think about arms and bits of them I particularly enjoy an eyeful of) I’d happily have him in mine, but I didn’t say that either. This is so much fun!
NO HATS, Worsey. I don’t want to even live with another man, let alone marry one. But I am really enjoying the possibilities. It’s been a while since I had possibilities. I really think it could go somewhere. I mean, no man spontaneously texts a girl morning AND evening if he’s not even a little bit interested, surely?
Can I just say a huge thank you to all of you here for mentoring and supporting me. I’d never have dared do it at all without you as a sounding board, and I’m having a blast. Even if this is it, and it all comes crashing down, it’s still been tremendous fun.