It has been eleven days and Cancer Man has remained quiet. Maybe because it took three days before Flatmate gave any response to his flowers, and the response was a dry thank you note and strict avoidance of anymore waves and smiles. Flatmate still thinks the letter and flowers are a tad creepy, but I can't help feeling a little sorry for Cancer Man. He probably thinks he got silly over a young bird and now the bird's not being so friendly anymore because she thinks he's a freaky, pervy old man. I guess it just shows that no matter how old you get, you can still make a fool of yourself.
"Could it not just be that the flowers were just a grateful gesture to someone who made him smile on a really bad day? I asked.
Flatmate pondered on that a while.
"No,"she said at last."It was the last two paragraphs of the letter that made me think otherwise. All that stuff about the impossible dream between two people with such a huge age gap and my 'lustrous hair and sculpted face' - you couldn't take it any other way."
I nodded in agreement as we both spooned chocolate sponge pudding into our respective mouths but could not help adding,"Isn't it better to be an old man's darling than a young man's slave?"
Flatmate made a face at me.
"Look, I know I said I wanted an experienced man, but I didn't mean someone four decades older than me. Besides, all this has a whiff of nurses/junior doctors bonking the consultant in the supply cupboard. Only it's at home, and it's worse."
I laughed,"Who said anything about bonking? Get your mind out of the gutter."
More chocolate pudding ensues.
Flatmate puts her spoon down. "We need to get a new light for the living room. Wanna go to Ikea on Saturday?"
"Okay," I said."But let's not stay too long. All those couples shopping for their new home depresses me."
"Could it not just be that the flowers were just a grateful gesture to someone who made him smile on a really bad day? I asked.
Flatmate pondered on that a while.
"No,"she said at last."It was the last two paragraphs of the letter that made me think otherwise. All that stuff about the impossible dream between two people with such a huge age gap and my 'lustrous hair and sculpted face' - you couldn't take it any other way."
I nodded in agreement as we both spooned chocolate sponge pudding into our respective mouths but could not help adding,"Isn't it better to be an old man's darling than a young man's slave?"
Flatmate made a face at me.
"Look, I know I said I wanted an experienced man, but I didn't mean someone four decades older than me. Besides, all this has a whiff of nurses/junior doctors bonking the consultant in the supply cupboard. Only it's at home, and it's worse."
I laughed,"Who said anything about bonking? Get your mind out of the gutter."
More chocolate pudding ensues.
Flatmate puts her spoon down. "We need to get a new light for the living room. Wanna go to Ikea on Saturday?"
"Okay," I said."But let's not stay too long. All those couples shopping for their new home depresses me."
Comments
If he's filthy rich, she can do an Anna-Nicole :p
Sometimes, a hot bod is just that, a hot bod.
You been an oldman's darling Lily? ;)