Wanting for my self pity party to end, mainly because my two X chromosomes are screaming at me to stop being the least desirable woman on Earth in front of such a fine specimen of a male, I try hard to steer the talk back to more neutral ground. Not that I would even think I’ll actually be desirable for Adam.
I mean, if I were to break this down to the primal urge of searching for a mate, it would be like a meerkat, or some ginger version of it, hopes that the king of the jungle, the mighty lion represented here by Adam, will mate with her. Not going to happen, but good material for a sexy dream. Not the animal part, the me and Adam part… you get it. Mating. I really am disturbed beyond repair.
“Anyway, now here I am. I’m loving what I’ve learned so far in the Vauxhall trainee program.
