It seemed to take forever for Saturday to take an age for Friday to finally arrive. I was so looking forward to it, that I counted every minute. It couldn’t come fast enough. My nights were filled by late night text messages and by thoughts of her being in the bed with me.. The passion that there would be.
Eventually, the day came. I made sure my dingey little apartment looked and smelled as good as possible. A hoovering here, some Febreze there. I just hoped that she liked Lasagna. All the time I could feel my heart beating that little bit faster. Then her voice crackled over the intercom.
I pressed on the button for the door to automatically open and there she was. She looked radiant. Her curly blonde hair was now draped over her bare shoulders, the black tank top showing off her ample cleavage. A large smile greeted me before she cane closer and kissed me on the lips. It felt like heaven.
“So, this is your gaffe?” she said peering in my eyes.
I tried to think of something funny, something to immortalize the moment but instead came out with the rather bland, “It is.”
“So are you going to show me around?” she asked still enthused.
“Well, this is my kitchen and dining area behind me. My bedroom is in to the right and sure, follow me into my sitting room.”
I decided it would be overly optimistic to go straight to the bedroom.
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