"It's simple really." I kept telling myself.
"It's obvious she is up for it by the way she keeps flashing her cleavage and never wearing underwear when you're around."
I shook my head as I listened the crap I was saying out loud to myself.
"I mean look at what happened on Tuesday."
"Shame you had to go out."
Not only was I talking to myself, I was answering as well.
I re-ran the actions in my head.
"She was wearing grey joggers wasn't she?"
"Yep you're right."
"And black sweater?"
"Yep."
"She disappeared when I walked in?"
"Quick as a flash."
"Than she came back in a shiny black blouse?"
"Right again mate."
"White ski pants too?"
"Correctamundo."
"Not knickers?"
"None."
"Nipples jigging about?"
"Deffo jigging mate."
"And she did that for me?"
"And me mate."
I laughed, I wasn't sure whether I was talking to myself or arguing but either way I'm sure that's what happened.
"That's what happened Buddy."
"Heck now I'm replying to myself when I didn't say it in the first place."
"Plonker."
"You too."
"When will she be here?"
"Six twelve as always."
"What's the time now?"
"Why are you asking me?"
"Because you can see the clock from there."
"Dimwit we've only got one pair of eyes."
I had it bad tonight, I was arguing with myself over who should check the time.
"And you still haven't looked."
"It's..." I looked up. "Five forty-eight."
"Twenty-four minutes."
"What do you reckon we should say?"
"We? When did I become we?"
"You have a better way with words."
I laughed again.
"Start with 'Can we fuck?'."
"Too vulgar. Try 'you smell lovely tonight'."
"Look, not smell."
"Good point."
"I wonder if she has that pink coat on?"
"I hop not, won't be able to see her tits."
"Fair comment well presented."
"Thanks mate."
"You're welcome."
"Should I use her name?"
"Nah course not."
"Yeah a bit presumptuous."
"So what do you want to do to her?"
"Five effs."
"Dippy bugger, you can't mate."
"Can't? Why?"