The great mystery of the toothbrush has been mostly cleared up. Of course I was right all along. I say mostly cleared up because the BT doesn’t remember any of it.
In those early days of dating (you know, a few weeks ago), this was the situation:
He said
Man, we get along so well. I can tell this girl anything and I don’t even care. Add in a sex life and this is a great situation before she starts asking for more. Shit, she wants me to leave a toothbrush here, it begins…
She said
Man, we get along so well. This guy can tell me anything and he doesn’t even care. Add in a sex life and this a great situation to really get to know each other. Shit, he wants to borrow some books, who knows if I’ll ever see those again…
Having discussed this whole thing, we have agreed that toothbrushes are not relationship makers. I’ll let you know when one actually shows up at my apartment. And yes, the books are back with their rightful owner.
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