The (sex) life and (kinky) times of a ThirtySomething nymphet in London
Sunday, 22 November 2009
Nine dangerous words
I ran into a Uni friend that I hadn't seen in ages and uttered nine harmless (they sounded harmless in my head) words "I used to have the biggest crush on you", followed by an even less virtuous giggle.
Then it hit me, could those words be any less innocent? Subconsciously or otherwise, the intent was clear, I might have well have said I used fancy you, well, actually I probably still do.