The great thing about text messages is that they're less ephemeral than instant messages or conversation, and a person can reconstruct their evening by reading the content of their phone's inbox.
Unless you're me. I thought I had a pretty good idea of what I did last evening (wine, sofa, music, candles...) until I re-read my messages from Mark. In chronological order, they are as follows:
Just seen Seabiscuit. V good! Wine better than bloke - never complains, always available and will never leave you for another drinker.
You would probably do that with a bloke too! You have no shame!
See! You don't need a bloke. Just lots of wine and someone to do the washing up!
Def over qualified. I can cook too!
It's nice to know you want my body even if it is only for cooking cleaning and opening bottles!
Not forgetting the drink consuming categry?! So I would cook and clean and you would empty my wine cellar? Hmmm...
*sly grin and dirty laugh* I can make all sorts of suggestions my dear...
My parents and aunt have done their best. They will be glad to know you appreciate it! U busy next week? Am on holiday.
Naughty on Thurs sounds good. Will text tomorrow.
Oh dear. I have NO idea what my side of the conversation was, or what I've let myself in for. In context, though, "naughty" will probably involve cinema, dinner and a good bitch-fest, followed by drawing moustaches on pictures in the paper and writing alternative headlines and captions. We're so mature!
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