So I have this thing where I won't let anyone into my apartment if it's not clean. I think that's pretty standard for women. My apartment is really (disgustingly) dirty, which should tell you a little bit about how my love life has been for the past few months. However, I don't think I can put PTS off for much longer. Usually we'll go out and we'll be close enough to his apartment where it's a no-brainer to go back there. Tonight, however, he called on his way home from downtown saying how my place was on the way, and yada, yada, yada...
I told him he couldn't come over because my apartment still wasn't clean enough. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm hiding a husband or a nursery up in this bitch.
Posted by TheTrixie at 7:56 PM