Date No 2 Time
Date No 2
Tired after working last night/this morning and Ollie was coming over, around 11am. “A bit of fresh air..” he said, as we chatted before on walks and things. But still not sure what we were doing!
The weather’s a bit rubbish. Lots of rain so walking would be an issue, under soggy ground, so it was decided that we’d go to one of those gardening centres.
Ollie, apparently, has a thing about plants. Has a nice garden, so he says.
So, we’re perusing and chatting, and it’s quite nice. Lots of lovely things to see and enjoy. Ollie gets a Fanta and I get a cup of tea. Keeping me warm.
Anyways, I see this guy in the centre. He’s a punter of mine. Says hello and gives me a sly smile. I acknowledge and feel Ollie’s hand moving from my back.
I get into a bit of a funk. A bit of a huff. I feel that Ollie is judging me. I don’t like that. I just simmer. Don’t say anything until we get to his car.
I’m a little snappy and say...whatever. Is he judging me on being a prostitute? ‘Cos, y’know, he knew. Why now? Why be jealous?
Bless. He tries...and then eventually stops me...from digging a flippin’ massive hole for myself. Says something about not saying anything about that but thinking that the punter “..looked so ordinary.”
“What did you expect? Richard Gere? It ain’t ‘Pretty Woman’ y’know?” I answer back.
All cool again.
We drive off for a pub restaurant and have a lovely Sunday dinner together. I’m on the wine, he’s on the soft drinks. I’m stuffed. He’s stuffed. He drives me home.
I get some drinks - coke for him, tea for me - and we chat...and...maybe...snog a bit.
Had a lovely time. I just have to calm my mind down. Stop being a twat. Stop thinking the worst of people in relationship terms. Just go with the flow.
🙂
Tired after working last night/this morning and Ollie was coming over, around 11am. “A bit of fresh air..” he said, as we chatted before on walks and things. But still not sure what we were doing!
The weather’s a bit rubbish. Lots of rain so walking would be an issue, under soggy ground, so it was decided that we’d go to one of those gardening centres.
Ollie, apparently, has a thing about plants. Has a nice garden, so he says.
So, we’re perusing and chatting, and it’s quite nice. Lots of lovely things to see and enjoy. Ollie gets a Fanta and I get a cup of tea. Keeping me warm.
Anyways, I see this guy in the centre. He’s a punter of mine. Says hello and gives me a sly smile. I acknowledge and feel Ollie’s hand moving from my back.
I get into a bit of a funk. A bit of a huff. I feel that Ollie is judging me. I don’t like that. I just simmer. Don’t say anything until we get to his car.
I’m a little snappy and say...whatever. Is he judging me on being a prostitute? ‘Cos, y’know, he knew. Why now? Why be jealous?
Bless. He tries...and then eventually stops me...from digging a flippin’ massive hole for myself. Says something about not saying anything about that but thinking that the punter “..looked so ordinary.”
“What did you expect? Richard Gere? It ain’t ‘Pretty Woman’ y’know?” I answer back.
All cool again.
We drive off for a pub restaurant and have a lovely Sunday dinner together. I’m on the wine, he’s on the soft drinks. I’m stuffed. He’s stuffed. He drives me home.
I get some drinks - coke for him, tea for me - and we chat...and...maybe...snog a bit.
Had a lovely time. I just have to calm my mind down. Stop being a twat. Stop thinking the worst of people in relationship terms. Just go with the flow.
🙂
26-30, F
