Unless you have been living in outer Mongolia or not reading my blog, you now know that I have been dating someone for a short while. Is she the ONE who I was looking for in my book? Maybe yes, maybe no, but she is willingly providing fodder for my blog.
On the second date, she told me that she had read that I had written a book all about dating. Talk about Google stalking! She asked me if she was going to be research material for my book. Of course I would say no, I am an honest guy. Yeah, right. Sex on the cards and I am going to tell the truth? Well yes. I had no intention of adding her to my second book and I still do not. No one said anything about a blog! I got permission to talk about this incident.
So little Sharon and I, have been dating a while and I innocently said to her “What happens if I want to leave a change of clothing here?” Dead silence. Have I made the ultimate error? Is our relationship over? Am I doomed? All I wanted was a little space of my own. Maybe I had asked her too soon. I did not think so as my tooth brush and shaving kit had found its way into her home. She did not discuss the issue again that night.
Next day I drove off to work singing, “Hey-ho, hey-ho, its off to work I go,” wondering whether I am going to Sharon in the evening or my own apartment. Later that day, I went to Sharon and she met me at the door smiling. If she was a dog, her tail would be wagging. So my Sharon leads me to the room. Oh wow, sex just as I walk in the door! I am ready, willing and able. Such bliss! She opened her cupboard door and proudly showed me the smallest shelf I have ever seen. She looked at me with a huge smile and said “This is yours! I have even put your clean underwear here.” I was horrified. I could not even fit the sleeve of a shirt in there. “Oh Sharon, thank you so much for thinking of me. I left the magnifying glass downstairs. I will go and get it.” I guess that was not the smartest thing to say. She had spent all afternoon clearing the space for me. I did want a little space, but I guess I did not define how little. I guess I had better apologize.
OK, so now my clothes are scattered in a few different cupboards around the apartment. I keep my socks in the pantry, my trousers with the towels and my shirts in front of her winter clothing. So every morning after my shower, I need to go on a hunt for my clothing. I think she hides them on purpose so that she can see me naked. 
But that’s another story.
Logic dictates that we buy a small cupboard and put my clothing in there, but where would we put the cupboard?
I am doomed. Kill Me Now!
This was originally published here.
