Me: I must find something for a bedside table til we get the furniture sorted.
Dave: I'll put a little coffee table by the bed for you.
Me: Ahhh....thank you.
Gave up on any power coming back on tonight so I decided on bed with a book and a glass of wine.
With the help of a little head torch I made my way upstairs.....put the book and wine on the coffee table only to find that Dave had put the frame by the bed but hadn't bothered with the glass top insert that makes the frame a coffee table..... :-(
Not a go back at Gulliver .. or Dave! In my experience, 'some' men have no idea us women clock them talking to our tits. That ' some' men are positively neanderthal. That 'some' are happy as long as they're fed and can sleep with you. Ooooh! Does that site it up enough :0)
A clean pair of sock to blot up the usable remains. If it's too wersh use it to extend the stain to resemble the biblical high roller of your choice, photograph, Facebook, a path beaten to your door by the faithful, fiver a look and a new carpet in no time.
Can't help with the book.
I just don't get that point of view. If i look into the middle distance when I'm conversing with someone, am I talking to the middle distance ? No, obviously not. So if tits or cleavage is on display when I'm conversing with someone, and I take advantage of the opportunity to admire them, why should it be claimed I'm talking to them/it ?