I'm in love with Adrian who works at my local supermarket.

CHAPTER 2

Dear Diary, oh where to start, oh where to begin? I left to buy bread and milk and cheese and returned knowing that two hearts are now beating together as one. Adrian. Oh, Adrian.

Even his name rings true and I speak it in the shower - the water bounces off my rock protrusion, afraid, wary - and a song forms in my head, a free flowing melody which I hope to sing to him. It is in A minor but ends on a c7th and me wailing (I am crying, sobbing actually, not like a rockstar).

Will he call? Will I call? How does supermarket dating in this year of our Lord 2018 work? Can I go back and shop as normal? Do I have to go in his queue or avoid his queue? Do I have special access to all of the behind the scenes checkout equipment?

So many questions!

What calms me? His name, his look, and his bag-packing prowess.

New encounters and new beginnings!
 
mistersprinkles said:
So... Adrian is a dude, right? And you're in a heterosexual relationship? Does your wife know about your bisexuality? This is really awkward. I mean, hey, if you can swing a threesome and the wife is cool with it, go for it, but is it really worth destroying your family and home life?
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Probably she expects it or somehow feels it.
The answer for your last question is HELL NO!
 
He'll just break your heart bro, I was with a bag packer once, players the lot of them, how could they not be? The hotties swarm to them like ants to sugar. Modern day rock stars all.
 
If it was Adrienne, I'd understand, but as far as I'm concerned, there's
only one Adrian, Adrián San Miguel del Castillo, West Ham's goalkeeper.
 
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