Social expectations ahoy!
Dear World,
Jack and I share a flat and some associated bills (rent, etc.).
We are not co-habitating. We are not 'living together'. We are not 'living in sin', or common-law, or anything of the sort. I am not the missus. Jack is not the boyfriend. We are not dating; we are not going to magically fall in love based strictly on proximity; and we aren't going to fuck.
Because Harry Burns was full of shit: men and women can totally be friends without sex getting in the way! A man and a woman can live in the same domicile, enjoy each other's company, care about each other, and everybody can still keep their pants on.
With amused exasperation,
Me
P.S. Mr Apprentice Plumber boiler-fixer dude, I will happily advise on cheap flight options so you can follow your Toronto girl, all starry-eyed, despite you spending half the afternoon in Jack's bedroom with its single bed and still calling me the missus. *g*
Jack and I share a flat and some associated bills (rent, etc.).
We are not co-habitating. We are not 'living together'. We are not 'living in sin', or common-law, or anything of the sort. I am not the missus. Jack is not the boyfriend. We are not dating; we are not going to magically fall in love based strictly on proximity; and we aren't going to fuck.
Because Harry Burns was full of shit: men and women can totally be friends without sex getting in the way! A man and a woman can live in the same domicile, enjoy each other's company, care about each other, and everybody can still keep their pants on.
With amused exasperation,
Me
P.S. Mr Apprentice Plumber boiler-fixer dude, I will happily advise on cheap flight options so you can follow your Toronto girl, all starry-eyed, despite you spending half the afternoon in Jack's bedroom with its single bed and still calling me the missus. *g*