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The neighbour update

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."

Comments

Anonymous said…
Poor git. Must've taken him a lot of courage to write the letter.

If he's filthy rich, she can do an Anna-Nicole :p
Kere said…
If he's a retired surgeon and living in this area, he ain'that rich. Plus, Flatmate does not have the correct *assets* to do an Anna-Nicole, much as she likes to boast abt who has the bigger boobs in the house.
Lily G said…
The older I get, the more I see the virtue of being an older men's darling than a young man's slave.

Sometimes, a hot bod is just that, a hot bod.
Lily G said…
hmm...mebbe I'll blog about this :p
Kere said…
Thank you, thank you Arif, you are so kind.A woman's ego needs inflating once in a while.

You been an oldman's darling Lily? ;)

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