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'You'll catch a cold, love'

LOUISE DIXON
Last updated 05:00 25/11/2012

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I was dating a guy that I really liked. We seemed to be well-suited to each other (his words).

Being a romantic at heart, on our first date, I noticed that he wanted to be close to me while I was getting money out of the cash machine. He wasn't just pressing close to me because of the drunken queue that had formed behind us late that Saturday night.

As time went by and things progressed, I introduced him to the cat that slept on the end of my bed. She thought that he was an acceptable if not slightly less pleasant-smelling bedfellow and gave us her blessing.

One day while in town conducting business (cough ... shopping ... cough), I purchased some rather sensual undergarments in order to surprise and delight the aforementioned fellow.

I donned said garments that evening and draped myself seductively across the doorframe as he gazed at the TV.

After a considerable amount of time and a wee bit of shuffling to gain attention, he glanced up briefly, then looked back at the TV and said, "you'll catch a cold".

After showing such care and concern for my health and well-being, I married him.


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