Apparently I appeal to men. Let's just leave you to think about that for a moment. . . . Ok, while I enjoyed that little ego boost, what I was actually talking about was my writing. Although I DO appeal to men. Honestly. I did when I was younger and didn't have children bags hanging off me. Once those things were called boobs. And I did manage to attract Mr Boxer Shorts, and he's not half bad. In fact, he's quite dishy. Very Simon Baker-like when he needs a haircut, which I definitely fancy. Although should Simon Baker come knocking...
the male enigma: October 2009 Archives
Apparently I appeal to men. Let's just leave you to think about that for a moment. . . . Ok, while I enjoyed that little ego boost, what I was actually talking about was my writing. Although I DO appeal to men. Honestly. I did when I was younger and didn't have children bags hanging off me. Once those things were called boobs. And I did manage to attract Mr Boxer Shorts, and he's not half bad. In fact, he's quite dishy. Very Simon Baker-like when he needs a haircut, which I definitely fancy. Although should Simon Baker come knocking...
I am not terrible at cooking, but I am terrible at remembering to prepare beforehand. So often I find myself with a lump of frozen chicken that I forgot to take out of the freezer that morning, and no way to defrost it quickly (without doing that half cooked thing in the microwave, which makes me want to be a little sick in my mouth). So sometimes on a Friday I ring up Mr Boxer Shorts and suggest that he might like to bring home some takeaway. That's what I did a few weeks ago. Here's how the conversation went...
