May meets Beau and you fall in love

Making an appointment with Beau is… how shall I put it. Well. So. There are things that are easier. For example, touching the tip of your elbow with your tongue. Or planking for seventeen minutes. Or getting access to the designer department of the Bijenkorf a quarter of an hour before opening time during De Drie Dwaze Dagen without having an elevated heart rate.

All of that, therefore. Relates to nothing in making an appointment with Beau. But if you do have him next to you in the car, then you forget and forgive everything. And you want just one thing. To be near him. Although I do occasionally feel seriously for Sally, his wife. Fine, just look. And fall a little in love with me.