It started with my loofah—the gold travel-sized loofah that I picked up at Bath and Body Works last year.
“You left you sponge thing here,” The Wedding Date informed me. “Do you want me to bring it the next time I see you?”
After some consideration (and several texts back and forth) it was decided that my loofah would remain at The Wedding Date’s house from now on (to be stowed discretely in the bathroom cabinet when his children are visiting, of course).
Next up were my pjs: the black and pink set that I brought with me the last time I visited and completely forgot to pack when I left.
“Do you want them to throw them in the wash when I do my next load of laundry?” The Wedding Date asked.
These too have now joined The Wedding Date’s permanent collection.
Then there was the almond milk—although I should note that I didn’t leave a carton of almond milk at The Wedding Date’s house: he bought it for me.
And now he’s hooked on the stuff.
We like to drink our almond milk with chai tea like a couple of old ladies (albeit cool, well-traveled old ladies who know exotic, Indian teas are the best) but The Wedding Date is into normal white sugar and I’m not.
“Do you mind if I leave a bottle of Agave nectar at your place?” I asked.
“Not at all,” he replied.
So now there’s the bottle of Agave nectar too. And we’ve already agreed that proper toiletries are the next step (especially seeing as every time I step into the shower, I discover yet another tangerine-scented bottle of something-or-other from my last visit).
I’d be worried if we hadn’t had the talk (the last time I bought toiletries to keep at a boyfriend’s house, we broke up before I got a chance to use them) but—wait a sec? I didn’t tell you about the talk, did I? Oops! Suffice it say, I’ve been keeping a bit of a secret for the past week and a half… more on that next week!