Apologises for not having written about the meeting of TG (Text Girl for those not in the know) on Sunday. Have been on a sexual buzz since then. Sorry for not taking the time to pause whilst I was licking up some tasty sugar. The lesson was truly learnt. If people do not put themselves on an attractiveness scale, without anyone asking them to, then this means, you could be nicely surprised. As I was. Ok. That was an English under, under statement.
Text Girl is more gorgeous than my mind could have ever imagined (and I have a lot of that up there let me tell you!). Breasts to make you go "ooh" and a body fitter than Kwikfit. So I was speechless for, like, an eon or two.
Took TG to The Shack and to my utmost horror, first the owner "went on one" chasing TG like a puppy does his tail. Telling me about what a babe she is (as if I didn't know) and then secondly, the crazy woman I met last week in there was also there. Trying to snog me again. In front of TG.
I was shaking my head in complete disbelief.
Luckily TG was cool.
We even got to the crucial 2nd phonecall stage where she suggested we drive to Brighton today. Which we did. With the kids. Mine. She has none. Was fab.
She's gone home now but will be back later.
Maybe she is keen for round two tonight?
Better change the sheets. Just in case:-)