They say that the surest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so here I am decked out in my most fetching pinny and housedress, cooking up a storm. By 9pm he'll either be hopelessly enamoured of me, or in A&E.
Perhaps I should just try sticking my tongue in his bellybutton.
Perhaps I should just try sticking my tongue in his bellybutton.
