Tea for Two

I’ve met an Englishman. A true, born-and-bred Brit. And let me tell you, that boy’s accent will be the end of me. It’s like quicksand. I know it’s so cliché but I cannot resist a man who sounds like Mark Darcy covered in hot caramel sauce and lightly toasted on top.

So Mister Darcy and I have been getting acquainted and I must admit I have completely ignored half of the things he’s said because I’m too busy listening to the way he talks. He could’ve told me he’s a maniac serial killer who gets regular perms and waxes his stomach but all I heard was, “Ello! You’re the most beautiful gull in the wuhld! Alright then, pip pip cheerio!”

Just kidding. He doesn’t talk like the chimney sweep from Mary Poppins. But it’s so sexy.

So we’ll see where this goes. He’s 28 with green eyes and dirty blonde hair. He's a mechanical engineer, and as he said, “Project lead, might I add." You may, good sir. And in his attempt to be American, he said he joined a bowling league.

Great. I have to save this man before he gets a beer gut and starts watching NASCAR.

Righty ho!