InsaneJournal

So I went out with this boy last night, right? And he was sweet and all and everything, and he bought dinner even though I had offered to at least pay for half of it, and then he got one of those big hansom carriages to take us back. But then I guess the cabbie (or whatever you call them-- what do you call the driver of a big horse-drawn thing anyway?) got lost or distracted or thirsty or maybe he died because we wound up circling the park a few times and then the horse got all in a tizzy over a mouse or a cat or some other animal because it started freaking out and almost ran us into a wall!

But then we got out of the carriage and started walking because death just wasn't on the agenda. And besides, it was nice out last night. So we're walking, and talking, and he's telling me about this new thing that he's doing at his job-- I don't remember what it is he does; it's something with some kind of magical thing-- and I'm kind of listening, kind of daydreaming, kind of ignoring him completely because he was nice enough but he reminded me a little bit of my Aunt Stella's little dog that's always yipping, right? And then we're standing in front of my flat and I'm fishing my keys out of my purse and he's just kind of grinning at me expectantly. Like he wants an answer! But he didn't even ask a question yet, right? So I kind of looked at him, like, what?

And he just grinned at me like I knew what was going on-- but I didn't-- and leans against my door, which is still locked because I'm so confused. And this boy, he just grins at me, and he goes, "So does the carpet match the drapes?"

I don't even have drapes in my flat.