“I can’t decide if I want to have sex with you or remind you to go make me coffee.”
“You’re looking quite sexual.”
“Yeah, but I often feel that way about coffee.”
Mildred, making decisions
“You can pat it, but don’t tickle it”
Mildred, wanting her vagina touched in a particular way whilst she plays CandyCrush and hums the Phantom of the Opera Theme song.
“I can’t stand anyone. Should we move to the country, become recluses & live off the land?”
“I’d be open to that”
“My extroversion needs people though, we’d need to start a cult or a commune”
“You’d have a lot of affairs”
“I’d be open to that”
Mildred, pondering life choices
“I’m cuddling you and touching you a lot and laughing so people don’t look at us and think we’re a couple who’ve fallen out of love and have come here to try and save their marriage.”
Mildred, on an IKEA trip
“It feels like you’re kneading dough, and I am worried you’re thinking about your sourdough starter, and not me.”
Mildred, upon having her butt touched.
“Oh no. You are misreading the mood. I am watching Survivor. Maybe when I’m done you can touch it. “
Upon watching her favourite show but also being on a romantic holiday.
“If the plane crashes, don’t be a hero, save yourself. Don’t give up all such-is-life, claw out of that wreckage. Even if both your legs are blown off, I’ll look after you... Though if your tits are damaged, just close your eyes & give up.”
Mildred, farewelling me at the airport