shivers

Optimistic one minute, pessimistic the next. That's how it feels to be waiting for my Maria, waiting for an answer. I try and relax, focus on other things, but I fail. Mood swings like that are tiring and fatigue is easily misunderstood. I was getting worried that maybe I wasn't as hot for the girl as I had proudly proclaimed the other day.

Then she showed up online, we had a chat.

She was afraid I wouldn't fancy her anymore, said she had gained a few pounds and would be all grubby and pasty from working and living in the big city.

I helpfully offered to scrub her clean when she got here.

The mere thought gave me shivers.