What's the expiry date on the milk?

A 7 hour lunch with The Milkman, followed by a 3 hour dinner last night? Really?

What's happening to me? I'm so used to getting bored by the end of date two I've forgotten what it's like to 'like' someone...this is bad.

And now I stare expectantly at my phone when I send him a messages instead of ignoring the damn thing for days. OMG. This is killing me. They'll find me dead tomorrow morning. Tox test  clear but the wall around my heart starting to erode. This is bad. Very bad.