He was only supposed to be a Gaydar shag. But, for some reason, we went out for drinks. And got on rather well.
That night, he took me to heaven. The following morning, he took me to Next.
I'm baffled. Maybe it's cos he's the first human being I've talked to for a week apart from my parents. Perhaps it's cos he's Irish, and therefore irresistibly charming. Maybe it's cos he's really rather handsome. Or perhaps it's cos he's quite startlingly flexible.
Frankly, I'm amazed he ever leaves his room.