The Big Banana doesn't want to marry me, and that too is official. He told me so earlier this week. It is probably for the best since he's only 16 year's old and that means I'm very nearly old enough to be his grandmother let alone his mother.
Also I know his parents and a couple of facts here are particularly salient or pertinent or something: the Big Banana (what a glorious piece of self-promotion from someone 'working' in greengrocery) looks just like his dad only a good deal younger; his dad is a big, fat, grey, fat, hairy shambles.
If I do ever acquire a toy boy it sure as fuck isn't going to be someone who'll evolve over time into my (hopefully one day ex-) husband.
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