The ugly swan

Luke used to epitomise what happens when you go out to the pub more than once a week and eat take out Indian food three times a week: 10 inches of fat, wrinkles, pasty white skin and no female followers.

Fast forward 6 months and Luke has moved to sunny Spain and has acquired a physique that makes grown women lose whole sentences in his presence and turns even the straight boys’ heads.

Luke was cute before but this hot body has turned him from the ugly duckling to the “lift up my shirt so I can show you my abs” swan. The problem is that Luke is lapping up the attention. At first we all enjoyed him lifting his shirt and allowing us to place our hands on his six pack for a few seconds too long (ok mine may have been a few minutes but I haven’t seen a man naked for a very long time so give me some respite!). Then there were the photos of his tosh and we may have touched his arms once or three times. Our behaviour may have helped turn our friend into a casanova trying to kiss his way through our friendship circle. Now there is me (aka Cleo), Amy and Sarah in the group. Luke has kissed Amy on our trip to Spain and shortly after (ok not on the same night but a month later) tried to kiss Sarah and then I both on the same night which he got a flat no to (I’ll admit it was a hard no to give but my Amy comes first!).

Now Luke and Amy have been friends for 6 years. They work together and Amy was quite cosy with Lukes fiancé but unfortunately Luke and his bride in waiting were not to be. Luke kissed Amy and told her he didn’t want anything to happen between them and actually told me on the night that he kissed the wrong girl. It was me he wanted to kiss but he was too drunk. To which I thought, “Too drunk to tell the difference between a blonde and a brunette?”. “To drunk to being incapable of telling the difference between a South African accent and an English one but maybe it was because there was no talking…”. Bygones for whatever reason the cute Luke has turned into an ugly swan… I much prefer the sweet and honest ugly duckling.

Bring the ugly duckling back!
London girl

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