OMG Marty lives at his Dad’s but get this, he doesn’t live in the house he lives out the back in a caravan. Dinner was nice, he cooked a simple bolognaise which was delic, and then we watched a movie. I’d had a couple of glasses of a lovely red wine I took up, and since I don’t drink and drive, I was planning on taking him up on the offer to crash the night (and maybe doing a little more than sleeping), that is until we went to retire and he took me out the back door of the house... to his caravan. He sleeps in a caravan. It just didn’t feel right, so we fooled around a little then fell asleep still fully clothed. It was a bit weird this morning being in a caravan and still having to go inside the house to pee, I got out of there and drove home, and here I am writing about it. I think I won’t see him again, even though he’s already messaged me twice since I left. I feel how boys feel when they’ve slept with a girl then they lose interest, hah!
Going into town with Teri tonight and one of her friends, should be a good night.
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