I have a new boyfriend and his name is Charles. He's one of the guys hanging drywall at our house. Jeff is aware of it, so it's all good. In fact, he brought Charles to my attention by saying, "Marci, I bet you think Charles is cute, don't you?" And I was a little flustered, because can I help it that I love working guys? Big muscles? Smoothy skin?
I think my boyfriend Charles is from some island or something. He just has that island look about him. And he's soooo friendly and nice.
I go out to the house to paint trim before and after work, so I'm dressed in my school clothes. I wear this jumpsuit-thingy that makes me look like a giant marshmallow to protect my clothing. My boyfriend Charles only sees the dressed-nicely me, because I don't change until I'm in the basement.
Except for this morning, when my boyfriend Charles had to come downstairs to ask me a question (translate=flirt) and he saw me in my marshmallow suit! Oh no! He giggled (in a very masculine way) and told me he needs to get one of those. Oh, well, I'm sure he still loves me.