Okay, so he has stayed at my house on two occasions. Lovely. It’s my perfect sort of set up, it is more than just friends but still really quite casual. (Yes, I am terrified of commitment!) in case you wondered, this is why:
So we have had a lovely weekend together and I bid him farewell. All is good and fine. That evening I am getting myself ready for bed when, happily brushing my teeth, I notice a second toothbrush. HIS toothbrush.
Very casually- as is my style- I drop him a text, telling him he’s forgotten his toothbrush and left it at mine.
“Oh, I didn’t forget it, I left it there. I didn’t think you would mind and thought it would be useful for next time.”
I am not cool with this. Ladies please tell me I’m not making a mountain out of a molehill, am I?!?
The whole toothbrush thing is the first step to moving in- everybody knows that. What’ll be next? A fresh pair of boxers? A change of clothes? A spare razor….it is downhill from here.
I also resent the next time comment. Did we agree another date? No. Have we been seeing each other for months on end? No. I don’t like his presumptuousness. Except, he is right…there has to be a next time now, if only for him to collect his darn toothbrush!