Your boyfriend, a lovely man called Andrew, he’s great, a proper gentleman:ladies man:sexy fuck yet hes completely and utterly smitten with you. Like, why would he want to sleep around, when he can get all domestic with you?

Day is a big day for your relationship ship, because you and Andrew stand at the door to your parents house. He’s dressed so nicely, always looking for a good impression, his black turtleneck, that brown leather jacket and regular black trousers. And matching Doc Martens with you (because you insisted on them, and he can’t say no. Ever). He stands at the door ready to knock, then turning to you, anxious.

Andrew: “Are you sure about this? I mean, ermm, d-do I look alright…?”