Dirty
“I bet it would be nice to date a woman who is showered when you pick her up for a date.”
“I guess. I wouldn’t know.” At least both things were said with a smile.
Remember the picture of my dirty ankle from a few weeks back? Well, the last two weekends that has been the state of my ankles when I opened the door for ST. Scheduling volunteering and dating on the same night is proving a tad difficult.
This week I did slightly better. At least the rug did not have a week’s worth of cat hair ground into it.
In my mind, dating a woman who can’t seem to schedule basic hygiene would be a bit off putting. But he seems pretty content to grab a book or watch TV (I’ve introduced him to House. My exact words were, “Here. This is my ideal man. Consider it research.”) while I make myself presentable.
But let’s face it, a lot can be forgiven for a girl who’s dirty in the way everyone thought reading the title.