Well now, don’t think that there isn’t anything happening on the romantic front. There is.
There has been love flowering by the counter for people with under 5 items.
And I actually already found a very nice Londoner. And he loves me, unconditionally. I am a bit overwhelmed by his attention, I am not used to all this anymore. He looks at me all the time with his deep dark brown eyes while I try to concentrate on writing job applications. He doesn’t leave my side, and better he wants to sit on my lap all the time.

We haven’t talked much yet, but we understand each other completely. Sometimes words are not necessary, especially not when we are talking unconditional love.

I don’t even know his name yet, but until I do, I just call him Bill.

Oh there he is, he just entered the room. So if you’ll excuse me, I have some loving to do.


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    Robtheblob
    February 15th, 2006 at 13:56

    Don’t look any further. Bill is the only right name! (Or Robert of course : )

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    EJee
    February 15th, 2006 at 14:37

    Unconditional? Or as long as you feed him?

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    EJee
    February 15th, 2006 at 14:37

    Bill’s a cutie-pie, though.

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    Ingrid
    February 15th, 2006 at 14:39

    When I say unconditional, I mean unconditional. I haven’t fed him anything at all.

    I don’t dare, to be honest, who knows what happens then :-)

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    Miek
    February 15th, 2006 at 15:51

    There`s no true`r love than pet`s love, you know ;-)

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    Novi O-Magum
    February 15th, 2006 at 15:59

    That’s not Bill, that’s W.!

    Or maybe his twin brother…

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    yak
    February 15th, 2006 at 17:41

    It’s good to have a man called B. on your lap. Be it Bill or Boris, as long as thy purr life is good.

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