Today I went on the 100th date since my last serious relationship.
From 100, two men made me laugh. One of them too much and he is now my best friend, and the other one just enough to intrigue me.
I discussed today with my date about underwear and cheap pubs. My date told me about his secret recipe to happiness: never doing laundry.
We talked about his family and how he misses his mum. She does his laundry when he goes home. She now lives in London so he buys cheap underwear so he can toss it away everyday.
This was the first time when I felt the true meaning of the British slang “fair enough”.
So I told him fair enough while wishing I wouldn’t have tossed away so many hours of my life.