He’s probably already met her and knows she’s not boring like I made out but rather the sort of girl who jumps through the Tube doors even if she knows they’re about to shut, eats three custard doughnuts even though she’s lactose intolerant, pushes to the front of the crowd at festivals and smiles even when the hot liquid that slaps her leg was probably piss, works outside in the sun even if it means she can barely see her laptop screen, who lives in a way that’s too much, because I know that’s what he wants from a woman, because he used to want that from me.
