Is romance dead?
Is it just me or does everyone thing romance is an incredibly easy thing to kill?
I got an email from a friend in Margaret River….you’ll love it!
My friend’s husband is working away from home at the moment. It’s not actually very far away, about an hour away in a town called Capel. However, because he has to start work really early in the morning in Capel, he’s decided to stay in an on site van during the week…
Anyway…the other night, my friend was missing her man and decided to surprise him in the middle of the night with a conjugal visit.…
Up she hops, puts on a silky nightie (freezing cold in Margaret River this time of the year) slips on the ugg boots and dressing gown, and drives to Capel…
However, when she gets to the caravan park, it’s very very dark and she can’t remember which on site van belongs to her husband, so she sends him a text…something along the lines of…”Surprise! I’m out the front, can’t remember which door is yours…come and get me…”
Would you believe, he texts her back…”did you mean to send this text to me?”
I’m talking about a really loud girl here…and she was furious…she reckons she screamed from outside the van, “Well who the hell do you think I’d be sending it to? Get out here now you dickhead!’ (aahh the romance…)
Anyway…out he comes…undeterred, she drops the dressing gown in the freezing cold (a last ditch attempt to save the moment) and he walks straight past her and does a wee on the lawn!!!
Very romantic….she was gropeable….she says she went straight into the van, turned her back to him and went to sleep, got up in the morning and drove home….
I got an email from a friend in Margaret River….you’ll love it!
My friend’s husband is working away from home at the moment. It’s not actually very far away, about an hour away in a town called Capel. However, because he has to start work really early in the morning in Capel, he’s decided to stay in an on site van during the week…
Anyway…the other night, my friend was missing her man and decided to surprise him in the middle of the night with a conjugal visit.…
Up she hops, puts on a silky nightie (freezing cold in Margaret River this time of the year) slips on the ugg boots and dressing gown, and drives to Capel…
However, when she gets to the caravan park, it’s very very dark and she can’t remember which on site van belongs to her husband, so she sends him a text…something along the lines of…”Surprise! I’m out the front, can’t remember which door is yours…come and get me…”
Would you believe, he texts her back…”did you mean to send this text to me?”
I’m talking about a really loud girl here…and she was furious…she reckons she screamed from outside the van, “Well who the hell do you think I’d be sending it to? Get out here now you dickhead!’ (aahh the romance…)
Anyway…out he comes…undeterred, she drops the dressing gown in the freezing cold (a last ditch attempt to save the moment) and he walks straight past her and does a wee on the lawn!!!
Very romantic….she was gropeable….she says she went straight into the van, turned her back to him and went to sleep, got up in the morning and drove home….
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