Wednesday, March 07, 2007
He's currently on the roof
Doorbell goes. I debate not answering. Hair is poking up and looking generally haunted, but I answer anyway.Is blond man with vacant eyes. Here for the TV aerial apparently. Worrying that the TV hasn't been working for two days and I haven't noticed?
Suspect he could be burglar but force myself to stop being ridiculous and judging him purely because he's wearing a burberry cap and finishes every sentence with "sort of like you know."
Offer him cup of tea. He perches on the worktop which makes me feel edgy.
He asks me whether I live here with my Mum. Vaguely embarrassed - but also used to the misconception that i am 12 - I tell him that no I'm a student.
We have inane chats like this.
Him: Ah this is first tea of the day.
Me: Oh, I have to have one in the morning.
Him: Oh, me too. i had two this morning.
Me: Right then.
Hand him his tea in my favourite mug in a vague attempt to be nice to people I would usually class as burglars.
And then he asks me out.
It would apparently not matter that he thought I was 12, then.
by billygean.co.uk at 3:19 PM |
1 Comments:
Age deception falls into three parts. The time when you hate being thought younger that you are; the time when you'd do anything to look younger; and adding years to impress the other inmates.
I imagine he thought you were sixteen and asked you out when he thought you were eighteen instead!
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