That’s called a boyfriend, and it’s free!
I wish a service existed where I could pay someone to tuck me in, turn my lights off, and double check the doors are locked.
I just made myself sad thinking about if Toulouse’s mama cat ever thinks about him, and wonders what it is he is doing with life.
Here’s the thing.
I could travel for 3 hours, in wet, cold, Melbourne weather.
I could stay in my own bed, not have to wear makeup/make myself presentable, and listen to lectures from the comfort of my own bed.