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The Builder started chatting to me. He was funny and sweet (in a cheesy way, but you can’t complain when you’re down) and was distracting me from my stuffed sinuses. Then, he asked for my number.

Usually I make them jump through a couple of hoops before giving them the magic combination to my phone, but I was picking up a good vibe from this guy.

So, he called. He had a sexy voice and was fun. He was concerned about my sickness and offered to come over and make me tea.

Then, in this order, these things happened:

1) When he asked why I moved to Sydney, and I replied for a job, he then went to ask if it was also to meet Mr Right and did I know that his name would be Peter*?
2) He dropped the c-bomb while talking about Sydney’s architecture
3) He said he wanted to make me dinner. At my place. Because he lives with his parents. And his sister.

WOAH!

There are many things unattractive about a 29-year-old man still living with his parents, not to mention the awkward, stifled love making when staying over at the folks…

Question is: is it a deal breaker?

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