I was running late for a lunch date with the improbably perfect woman I was romancing a month ago..... Well, she had suggested it at very short notice, a change to the plan we'd made on parting the night before; so I apologized that I needed to shower and shave before I could join her.
She joked, "I'm sure your beard cannot have grown that much overnight. And unshaviness suits a writer like you."
Sigh. Yes, I have that text message saved on my phone.
'Unshaviness' - it really ought to be a word, didn't it?
[And "a writer" like me?! Gosh, that takes some living up to!]
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