Il était une fois
The perfect evening. The perfect gentleman and the perfect end. And that's not with the aid of rose -tinted glasses either. Just a tinge of regret.
The next afternoon, however, my body decides that something is not right and I make a rapid acquaintance with The Boy's toilet, I emerge once or twice in the following 12 hours, only to crawl into bed after attempting to go downstairs to socialise with his friends. I have only just met them but I'm too tired to worry what on earth they must think of the New Girlfriend.
I wake up, he's lying next to me, typing away on his laptop. He turns to me, sheepishly: he's been googling morning sickness he confesses, somewhat relieved. Seeing his serious expression I start to giggle and can't stop.
You see, that perfect evening, only 12 or so hours prior, had been the first time The Boy and I slept together.
Bless 'im. If only he knew what he was letting himself in for, all that time ago.
5 comments:
l hope you are feeling better.. Googling morning sickness? How funny! So you put the b&j down for the real stuff. No substitutes here!
Ah, I wish, unfortunately the circumstances described in the story happened some time ago.
I'm just being somewhat nostalgic.
Don't ever tell him! You know, keep the mystery going.
ha ha! love it! also have problems with inappropriate vomiting! So, where did you blog before???
Very amusing.
At least you made it to the bathroom. Their is nothing worse than being sick in someone else's house let alone a new boyf/girlf.
Which is still all better than having a random person crash over, who you just met, and have to clean up after them. Fortunately I never slept with her. Nor did I ever see her again.
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