I can't help but chuckle to myself whilst inwardly scowling at the pile of essays I have in front of me.
It's Saturday night, I should be out somewhere. I'm not sure where, since socialising has never really been my strong point but I know at 27 I should be somewhere that's not here!
Then I look across at the tall redhead lying asleep on my black leather couch and think maybe here isn't such a bad place to be after all.
Hailey Reed, my second high school sweetheart.
The way her body stretches out whilst she's sleeping reminds me of a cute little kitty-cat and I can't help but feel a little bit turned on as my mind turns away from 'essays' and instead focuses on 'pussys' .
I smile slightly as my mind travels back to my high school years and then unexpectedly the scent of vanilla fills my memory and I look over at my sleeping house guest and feel a twang of guilt at the knowledge that she never wore vanilla.
My relationship with Hailey is a complex one.
It was never love at first sight or anything as romantic as that but she was there for me at a time when I needed her and my feelings grew from those of friendship into something more.
Of course it didn't last, very few high school romances do- that I learned the heartbreakingly hard way long before Hailey and I took our relationship in that direction, but a reunion of our closest friends just 2 months ago had brought us back to each other.
Love at first sight....
I waft away that damn vanilla scent and return to my marking
Hmmm... I wiggle the toe that is making a break for freedom through the end of my black cotton sock
'Hello toe' I think and then I realise that I'm just stalling so I reach for my red biro, safe in the knowledge that there will be plenty of big red crosses to keep me amused.
Seriously though, I do have to get out more.
Since taking up my position as high school science teacher I kind of feel like I've become one of those stuffy teachers that used to teach us- back in the day.
I always swore I would never turn out like them, but here I am, 27 years old, sitting in on a Saturday night whilst my gorgeous girlfriend sleeps on my couch.
My mind thinks of waking her up for a bit of a naughty interlude but then decides against it.
It's not that I don't find Hailey attractive, as I said she's gorgeous, tall... redhead ...curvy but our relationship has never been like that.
Sure we 'go there' but it's very rarely spontaneous or anywhere other than in my bed.
A sigh escapes me but I focus on the essays in front of me rather than the meaning of life.
My bed... in my house... God I really am an adult now!
When exactly did that happen?
I massage the spot between my eyes and then try to focus on 'The Extinction Of The Dinosaurs' by Kevin Campbell
My God it looks like something that I wrote when I was 3!
