“Wow, how many pairs of black trousers do you own?”
It had to be the least enthusiastic ‘wow’ uttered in human history, and hung in the air while Jason flicked through the rest of my female wardrobe.
At least I didn’t have to worry about sitting by the phone waiting for him to call.
Carole told me that Jason liked me, but I wasn’t his type – too ‘straight acting’ was the verdict.