Memories

In the last few days of our relationship (I didn't know that at the time, obviously), when FA2 was getting ready to go on an extended holiday, we were doing some small chores around the house. I was putting all of her music onto CDs as MP3s. It wasn't a big job - FA2 didn't have a large music collection. She didn't have a PC of her own, we were using mine. In fact, I had been spending that much time at FA2's over the previous year or so that it had been resident there.

As I was doing that and as she was doing something else, one of her friends arrived. It annoyed me at the time that her friends would "pop in" to visit without warning, which would invariably lead to a good few hours of cups of tea and chat while I packed my girlfriend's things away so she could travel and figure herself out. I appreciate that they wanted to see her before she left, but at the same time, she had things to do before she left.

This one night, she was showing her friend some of her clothes for travelling in her bedroom, while I was in her office next door, burning CDs. The curtains were open even though it was late October. Some teenagers were passing by.

"That bloke's watching porn!" they shouted.

I laughed. Good one, kids.

FA2 sprinted into the room as I giggled to myself.

"Are you watching porn?" she demanded.

"Errr, no." I looked at her with a bemused look on my face.

I don't know if she believed me. But if I were, I'd barely had the time to close the window before FA2 came bounding onto the room where the CD converter software was on display, showing her songs being converted.

That's not to say that I hadn't ever watched porn in FA2's house. I had, but I wouldn't do that with guests only a few meters away and no closed doors between us.