Quick snog on dance floor.
Longer snog in street.
"I want your number," he says.
Hesitantly, I give it to him.
Walk home. Mobile beeps.
Am in the car on the way home, really want to meet you again soon XXX
Fine, tell me when it suits you[I must say I hid my enthusiasm well... NOT. LOL]
This is what I get back:
OK have a headache going to sleep please text tomorrow XXX[Complaining about headaches? Diva alert...]
But the next day I do decide to text, just for the heck of it (OK, I was bored):
Headache gone? ;-)
Yeah, yeah, was up at three splitting headache and still had to see my bf
Well, fuck you too. Learn to trust your instinct...