Clare, at work, has just told me HER husband proposed to her when she was in the nude, too – in a Jacuzzi in Thailand. Maybe all real proposals (as opposed to ones in romcoms) happen in the nude.
I was thinking about how miffed I was at the wedding – that Andrew didn’t flirt with me the way he always has every time we’ve met up. It’s odd, because I don’t fancy him at all. I’d never want to go out with him or even snog him. So why do I care that he no longer wants to flirt with me? I think it’s a possessive thing. Because he usually flirts with me, I feel he’s MINE, and should flirt with no other – ever. Also, any diminution in any flirting aimed at me, even by repulsive people, is BAD .Odd, really.
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