AM I TOTALLY FUCKED?
Got a great offer by The Italian (my hairdresser) today. He got a new job and is planning on getting rich and buy his own island, and he said that if I want to be his third wife (he wants to have four, at the same time) I can come live there with him. I politely said no, since I’m still aiming for becoming someone’s first wife. As for my haircut I explained to The Italian that I’m going to meet My Man’s parents and friends in the weekend, and so need something suitable for the occasion. Especially since My Man’s mother has hinted that I must be rather easy since I let My Man sleep in my room when he visited in Sweden, whereupon The Italian laughs.
- Oh my God Fri, if his mum’s already said you’re easy you’re totally fucked. You don’t have a shot in hell!
- [Moan in despair.]
- Yeah, being my third wife on my island doesn’t seem so bad now, eh? The offer still stands if you can’t win over the mum. I expect to hear from you by the latest next week.
Am I totally fucked?
