VB man came back with more gifts today – this time a kilo of Danes coffee (nice) – and as he doesn’t own a coffee plunger I somehow ended up with him in my house on my sofa (still not sure how that happened), with me making him coffee while wearing my jammies. Happily I was not sporting the little red number but instead, the candy pink cats and my old lady sweater (less awkward, I’m sure you’ll agree).
I’m thinking that I’m a bit too nice to waifs and strays.
He was loaded. Man, I feel for the guy, he’d spent the day at work sporting a new haircut and his colleagues were giving him grief so I think he’d downed a few of his precious long necks to make himself feel better. I didn’t feel threatened or anxious with him there but as he relaxed he started swearing up a blue streak (when he could keep a grip on his train of thought)… and while honestly, I can drop the f-bomb in dire emergencies when it appears in every other phrase it’s a bit much for me.
All and all, while I’m not feeling too uncomfortable with him at the moment I am worried about the increasing frequency of his little visits… What to do girls and boys??
Oh boy, that’s awkward.
And I am no use whatsoever!
Oh wait! Send him over to Ms. Mac’s house!
I have absolutely no constructive advice to give except to switch off all the lights and lock the doors when you see him coming.
hmmm… I’m no help! It never rains but it pours right LOL
Oh dear, that’s no good…tell me, what makes him think he can just invite himself over like so?
Set boundaries now, before it gets awkward – when how why what. This way there’s clear expectations.