There was a strange kind of inevitability about it all...
I had met a lovely lady, who we shall call C, in a pub about a year ago. Almost from our first meeting she suggested that I would get on well with her flatmate, L...

I did finally get to meet L socially over the next few months, albeit briefly on those occasions and for one reason or another we were either tired or stressed by other things at the time. However despite the tiredness and stress L struck me as beautiful, intelligent, and witty. 4 months after I had first met C, she held a birthday party to which I had an invite, and the opportunity to stay the night on her L's sofa bed had been extended.

And on the first opportunity to talk properly, we hit it off. All evening we were inseperable, sat in the sill of the bay window, chatting about anything and everything - we clicked. Come the end of the evening after all the other guests had left, we went upstairs and it was then that she dropped the bombshell...

"I couldn't be bothered to make up the sofa bed, would you like to share my bed with me?"

And that, dear reader, was 9 months ago. 2 months ago the lovely L moved in with me. And all because she couldn't be arsed to pull out a sofa bed. Although to be fair to her, she did tell me afterwards she had no intention of making up the sofa bed at all... ;-)
(--merciless-- is delightfully fragrant, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 17:28, Reply)