I was on a rather incredible second date recently, snogging in a pub, beaming broadly and generally wondering at what point someone would shout “get a room”
When we finally managed to prise our magnetic lips apart he came out with this blinder
“Man, you’re so handsome you must have been photoshopped.”
I loved it. If you’re anywhere near as vain as I am you would have loved it too. There have been three more crackers like that since, but I’m keeping them to myself.
I think the fact that the fourth date lasted 49 hours is a good sign. I have lost count of which one we’re on now.
I am still a bit worried everything could go tits up. New love is a bit like a partially set jelly. If you wobble it too early you’ll end up with load of slop that doesn’t appeal to anybody. I am trying not to wobble.
By the way, raspberry is my favourite flavour jelly. My mum used to get me these weird opaque ones . My brother wouldn’t eat them. That is probably why I loved them…..I got twice as much.
God, I’m boring myself. Are you still here?
See you fuckers