So all the young girls in my apartment block find my plumber a handsome guy. But he?s my plumber anyway, and I noticed him first lolz. I was never good at age estimating, ahum, he?s in the beginning of his thirties. Nobody dares to open a conversation with him. He was here for a few hours and we talked, about everything really, my life, his life, my disease, his six departed loved ones this year (died of cancer), my writing, my boyfriends, about cute little babies (his daughter is three years old, yeah so he?s not available I figured) and he asked if I wanted a baby, about studies, my students? room and my independency. And about a lot more.
He?s just such a cutie. I must have seemed pretty keen, hihi, I?m never ashamed of that because I won?t see him again anytime soon.
Ah, my dreams are too good.