First some background. We’ve only been on four dates so far, so we’re still in that “feeling-out” period of things. Her last long-term relationship was three years ago with a guy who occasionally sniffed up her rent money, so I suppose she might still be wary of who she gets involved with. Then again, perhaps that is my way of justifying things.
We had a date to go to her friend’s party last Saturday. I didn’t know we were expected to bring a bottle of wine or some beer, so I left her alone to freshen up while I ran to the bottle shop. When I came home later that night I realized that she’d quite obviously been poking through my nightstand, the journals in the bedroom bookshelf and (I strongly suspect) under my bed.
My first reaction was “Oh, how human. Hope I didn’t leave any Playboys around”, but round about Sunday it started gnawing on me. Anybody got an opioion?