Work Guy and I's sex drives are all fucked up. In that I am TOTALLY the man of the relationship, in a 'why aren't we shagging right now?' kind of way. He's like 'you're like every man's dream in a relationship, and I'm just like "I'm shattered!"'. Ugh.
'If you were with *guy we know who unfortunately happens to be a vague cousin of mine* you'd be at it like rabbits, everywhere'.
YES. YES WE WOULD.
I think I've lost a little weight. Not enough, not enough by far. But a little. I'm going to my friend's house tomorrow, the one that I trust myself to stand on the scales of. My own scales lie. Bastards. So I guess I'll find out then.