Left the house this morning feeling hot and heady due to sight of bronzed, muscular figure shoveling soil into wheelbarrow next door. When dropping Lily to school, was able to smile cheerily at rugged gardener, despite wearing pitiful fat pants and fighting impulse to rub hand on strong, but dirty arm.
Due to such brazen flesh flaunting, spent rest of morning in house devising legitimate reasons to wander outside dressed in favourite mini-skirt. Was able to parade to mailbox when letters arrived, but wasted effort on postman with handlebar moustache, as Paul was not there when I went out.
Have come to conclusion that I must be very immature or mad, as only teenager or mental person would act like that and not do chores to prepare for oldest friend in world.
Will now have to face Jack (oldest friend) with smutty/sick house and mind. Ugh. Must go to airport now. Am going to fill head with clean thoughts and focus on being good friend.
Wonder is it good or bad that soulmate missed mini-skirt display?
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