Ever get the feeling things are moving too fast? Is it you or is
it her? It's definitely all in my imagination though. I mean,
Christmas will be a good indicator and it's not like she's gone
over the top on presents surely? Let's see…
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...
A 12 day course on plumbing (practical at least, the pipes at my
place are always up the chute)
11 nozzles for piping (aww, she understands my passion for
baking, I'll repay her with cake)
A 10 pack of Snickers (not actually a fan of nuts, I've told her
five times)
9 pairs of knickers (red lace with black trim; better show some
interest in sex)
8 beers for drinking (I'm a wine girl, does she know me?)
A 7 day pass for swimming (is she saying 'tone up'? Not sure on
this one.)
6 page guide to rimming (yeah, I don't see that happening)
A 5 diamond ring (erm, we've been going out two months…)
4 missed calls (I saw you an hour ago, I'm busy OK?)
3 long texts (I'm getting kinda freaked now)
2 leather gloves (that's a present I actually wanted! Oh, she
bought them for her Mum… bugger)
And The L Word boxset, season 3 (ah cool, but I haven't actually
got season 1 or 2. Oh, that's OK, she's got them… and she's
carrying a suitcase… and a pot plant. Is she moving in? Did I agree
to this?)
The whole thing is awkward. I only got her a necklace… and I
spelt her name wrong on the card.
Merry Christmas!
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