Second date and still no U-Haul
1.This is definitely the end of an 8-month hibernation, people of blogland. I thank Spring and its hormone-agitating influence, its light that wakes me up and its warmth that lures me out and gets me dates.. and follow-up dates, too.
2. Friday’s second date turned into an invitation to my part of London, very white and blonde and middle class, where very shorthaired, tattooed lesbians don’t exactly abound. We got some looks. I am not sure how I feel about that, besides wanting to glare back and ask ‘so, what? What do you want? A cookie?’
3. I wish I could switch off the little computing device in my head that adds up and subtracts, amazing eyes, but she smokes, and why does she have to like football? This, and that..There’s a tiny shopkeeper inside my head and I wish it would shut up. Still, the shopkeeper is rather lulled by her northern accent.
4. The cursor’s been blinking next to 4. for a few minutes and I can’t come up with the goods. So maybe I’ll mention the frantic mind-blowing earth-shattering sex in the corridor some other time.
Perverts.
Michel Simon dans un musée du sexe ?
4 years ago
15 comments:
Let's hope the shopkeeper isn't Arkwright either.
Oh, you have a shopkeeper ? Mine's a portfolio manager (well, I do work in a bank). The trouble is, he has a much more risk-averse investment policy than I do. I keep telling him I'd at least like an option (that's to say the right, but not the obligation) on some mind-blowing earth-shattering sex - or indeed on just some plain old mundane sex, for that matter - but he keeps telling me I should be thinking more long-term.
*definately doesn't ask about the frantic mind-blowing earth-shattering sex in the corridor*
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Glad to know their a few other people out there with a little person in their head who does risk assesment, hehe.
1. Where do you find these...."d...ates", is it?
2. Yes. I want a cookie.
3. The older I get, the louder that shopkeeper yells. ...she's recently started screaming.
4. Please don't.
No. Mention it now.
Hi, I'm from the internet, and I've been following your love life. Maybe it's because you're more entertaining, but I think I'm more invested in your dating stories than those of several close friends. Best of luck to you.
Hang on a mo....wasn't it one of your lot that called us lot a 'nation of shop keepers' ?? ;-)
I'm a pervert...spill the beans dammit!
;-)
Good on ya y.
x
Alba - just came to me. It's not nice to shopkeepers, but hey.
Greavsie - This reference is being pitifully lost one me. I'm only a bloody furriner, remember?..
Waterhot- I had one of those before, long term investment, blah blah. I tried to sack him. He came back through the window. I set fire to his hair. While it's growing back, I'm having relative peace. He sent a shopkeeper in his place.
Frogstar, Watski, PPQ - mmm.. I'll have to think about it.
Elmo - I'm sure you must have an equivalent.. cos if you throw yourself into things without calculating and measuring pros and cons, then I want to swap with you. At least for a while.
Caroline - sshhhhh.. I was hoping no-one would notice.
I believe Napoleon said that. At this poit may I point out that the little man with the funny hat wasn't actually French but Corsican, which at the time was Italian?
Thank you.
Oh, all right Cleverclogs.
Anyway I can't sit around here getting educated, I have to cash-up.
where are you?
come back...you don't have to write about the sex...i was only kidding...
PPQ- I know...less than reliable, this week..
Oh phew...it's okay, you're back now...thought we'd lost you tehre to the 'real' world ;-)
Hello, Cara from the internet. Thank you for caring..
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