Shagging bloody flatmates
Was just talking to Rob my flatmate and his love tale of “woe”. How essentially, he ended up shagging his singer the other night, who is a hardcore engaged Christian.
Apparently they had great sex together and before that, he’d been with his Cheltenham gf.
The thing is, he’s blandly Ok to look at I s’pose, charming enough and yet the closest I get is telephone dating someone to find she’s a single mother of two and yadda yadda yadda. Plus, when I disturbed Rob on Monday night, I’d really wanted to talk to someone about 28 Days Later!
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