Was I good enough?
This 28 year old guy, not living in the city, agreed to come to my house on a Saturday night. He worked in the construction industry. He brought a plastic bag from a big supermarket chain, but refused to share what was in it.
It was just a normal date. Drinking wine, chatting, ending up in bed. And the next morning I found out what was in that plastic bag: his jogging trousers and a toothbrush. As his shoes were nice brown leather shoes, the jogging trousers combined looked awful, so he decided to wear his other pants before he left my house.
A few days later, he send me a text: ‘Was I good enough?’ And I told him: