Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Mr Tingles...
I lied.
I lied when I said I don't like to go to other people's houses when you invited me.
It is just that I had innocently accepted house invitations on many occasions only to realise my male hosts had other plans in mind. (Guys seem to think of P a certain way, perhaps because she likes to stay out late at night. P actually has a sleeping problem.)
Then I got myself into a situation. A rather hapless one, as you can imagined.
But Mr. Tingles, you actually gave me the tingles.
So yes, I would love to go to your house, play some sweet music, lie down, feel young again, get to know your art and soul and then let spontaniety take over.
Let's make a date.
I lied when I said I don't like to go to other people's houses when you invited me.
It is just that I had innocently accepted house invitations on many occasions only to realise my male hosts had other plans in mind. (Guys seem to think of P a certain way, perhaps because she likes to stay out late at night. P actually has a sleeping problem.)
Then I got myself into a situation. A rather hapless one, as you can imagined.
But Mr. Tingles, you actually gave me the tingles.
So yes, I would love to go to your house, play some sweet music, lie down, feel young again, get to know your art and soul and then let spontaniety take over.
Let's make a date.
