Aha and Bananarama.
Bruce and well, more Bruce.
Abba in Spanish.
Top Gun by matchbox size. (Bring on the Volleyball scene!!)
Giving your iPod over to a mate to improve your music collection can turn things fairly surreal.
And I am still only on the ‘A’ & ‘B’s.
So I am learning away at this whole relationship thing. Fascinating. Damn well insightfully fascinating. If not slightly terrifying.
The first lesson I am being taught is why one with minimal to void fitness levels (me) should get involved with a man who is bordering on sportsman-at-professional-levels of fitness.
Added to this is the quandary of dating a man younger than oneself.
I do not have the stamina for this!!
And no amount of claiming older age, tired old weary bones (mine! Though by 3am I sometimes am wishing it was his!), and gotta get to work early (“just set the alarm for earlier”) seems to be deterring his “suggestions”.
Lesson two, should you be unfit and disinterested by nearly all that resembles exercise, is to date a man who holds a job that takes him around the world for odd weeks here and there.
“Aaah, comeon, you’ll be able to sleep most of March”
“MARCH!! You want me to last until MARCH!?!?”
And a final lesson, before I refill the coffee machine for the third time this morning, is that it is not a good idea to have the puppies and a suggestive man in the same room. Too much attention being demanded, too little energy to give from this older woman.
“Puppy! I love you BUT... I am trying to kiss this boy! Could you get your nose and soccer ball out of our faces!!”
Apparently he and I have decided to spend a quiet Friday in tonight.