So I'm meeting up with wh at the uni today because he has his first lecture. He was supposed to tutor third years but because he tried to fuck two of them... The uni didn't think that was appropriate.
So he's talking to me on the phone and he whispers conspiratiously. 'Babe I would love ou to come but there is a third year tut on if you catch my drift."
So me in all my feminism states "fuck that I'll come and bring you a coffee".
He's pleasantly surprised.
Cue the hair straightening (rarely happens)
Uncoordinated nail painting
Terrible makeup application
And I feel horrendously ugly.
Eta: if you didn't know he was a student when he tried/ maybe? Fucked them. Hence why he can work there.
[This message edited by lauren123 at 9:14 PM, July 24th (Wednesday)]