Always Finding Mr Wrong
If I stand on a certain position on the scales I’ve lost just over half a stone, and even more if I get weighed after my morning shit.
“Emma, trust me, you’re not unattractive. You’re bloody gorgeous,” Dani tells me on our way home from work. I’ve been with her all day, but this isn’t a conversation to be had in the work office. “Some men wouldn’t know a good thing, if it hit them in the face.”
“I haven’t tried hitting them in the face,” I briefly wonder if it would be effective.
“I wouldn’t recommend it, so get that idea out your head,” she laughs. “Seriously, don’t blame yourself for this. I mean, you played it cool, this time…. Didn’t you?”
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