The slightly creepy, smoke-smelling guy with the excellent clothes who came to photograph my loft today left his reading glasses on my bed. He was the sort of fag who, at dinner parties, would definitely fall into some of the worst misogynistic comments about women and their Parts. He made comments about being scared of women, in a sort of mocking moue. I did not enjoy finding his glasses camouflaged on my duvet cover.
However, he took some excellent shots, and now my place is listed for the whole damn world to see.
I'll miss my cork floors and the smick smick noise they make under my bare feets.
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