Taking the hairdresser for a curry tonight. Second date. Planning on bringing her back to mine after.
Check bedside cabinet for condoms. The packet's full. Spot some old fungal cream - best hide that.
Sling my sheets in the washer. Hopefully she'll be doing this for me soon.
My trainers look a bit scruffy. Think I'll head to town for some new ones - if I
Try them on with my date outfit back home. Bit shiny. Do a few laps of the back garden, scuffing them on the lawn.
Sheets are just about dry. Make the bed in record time - one minute and 32 seconds. Will have to teach Emma my trick of climbing inside the cover and pulling the duvet up.
Do 10 press-ups to firm my pecs before admiring myself in a full-length mirror. If I was a girl, I'd definitely bang me.
Read through all our texts. She messages every day now. Even called me 'hun' yesterday.
Phone vibrates in my hand. It's her. Probably saying how excited she is. Open the message.
Hey Fishy. Really sorry about this but I'm going to have to cancel - Chris is ill! Another time... x
Fall back onto the sofa and gaze at the crack in my ceiling. Seems to be getting bigger. Mildred jumps on my lap. Wants feeding. Got to soldier on for her sake.
Analyse Emma's words. The ellipsis is so noncommittal. A question mark would have given me hope - but those three little dots stink of indifference.
Finally send a casual message back.
Hey, no worries. Hope the little fella is okay. Chat soon... x
Debate whether to return the new trainers. Shop probably won't accept them with all the scuffs.
Have an early night - all that cleaning's worn me out.