Harry and I settle down at my dinner table and… a huge problem becomes immediately apparent. Once I have finished dishing out the pasta, meat sauce and salad, I have nothing to say to him. ILLUSTRATION| JOSEPH NGARI
“No, no,” I wave my arms frantically. “That’s not what I meant. What I mean is, it shouldn’t have to be asked.
“So I can just assume that you are my girlfriend?” he smirks.
“No, that’s not what I meant either,” I say, frowning. This is not going how I wanted it to go – not that I know how I wanted it to go in the first place. “It’s just that I think that if you want a woman, you should woo her. You know… buy her flowers. Take her places. Be romantic.”
Harry and I settle down at my dinner table and… a huge problem becomes immediately apparent. Once I have finished dishing out the pasta, meat sauce and salad, I have nothing to say to him.
We take a few bites of food in what I consider a cloud of awkward silence, and then I venture, “So how was your day?” Goodness me. What an unimaginative question.
