Don’t you just hate it when the man in a relationship always wants you to make the decisions? I know that I do, with a passion in fact.
This evening Drew rang me to say that he had his final exam on Saturday morning and on his way back home (from college in the midlands) he would stop in and spend the afternoon with me. However, I had to decide what we were going to be doing for the afternoon. Obviously I objected to this comment, but he was having none of it. I had to decide and that was that.
I later sent him a message saying “I am really not worried about where we go. I have nowhere in particular in mind”
Drew - “You can decide sweetheart... Sure you will think of somewhere! If not I am happy to be anywhere with you.”
Me - “I used to go to a pub in Trent, haven’t been there since it changed hands though. I can show you where I grew up.”
Drew - “Yeah if that’s what you fancy sweetheart. At last a woman who has made a decision! Miracle!”
Me - “Shut up! You have to promise me that you will decide where we go next time.”
Drew - “No”
Me - “Yes. Either that or you have to admit that you are sweet and lovely!!!”
Drew - “I’ll think about the place for next time... think about it only! Doctor’s orders! Doctor thinks you need a thorough examination.”
Me - “No. That was not one of the options! You will decide where we are going next time!”
Drew - “I know where I want to go next time.......!
Me - “Let me guess... Bed?!”
Drew - “Doesn’t have to be in bed... just in you! ;-)”

Just then Lou started to text me. He was laid in bed so that he could escape the pointless bickering between him and Jennie. He was having a play (why else would he text me!). I was determined not to respond to his requests, I had gone for a few weeks without hearing from him, so why should I need to start now? But as always, I soon gave into temptation. He had supposedly sent me a picture message and was desperately trying to get me to send him one back. I refused to give in until I had received his, for all I knew it could have been Jennie texting me trying to catch us out.
Only then did I start the flirting. I know that I shouldn’t encourage him, he is married to one of my friends after all, but I just can’t help myself. We agreed later that he would come over tomorrow and we would go some where in the car to continue our physical friendship, our reason would be late night Christmas shopping; this is what we were “supposed” to be doing tonight, however I am still not feeling quite right.