I had a date with this bird in london once. she had whispy red hair on her cheeks, a little west-country like inbreeding I guess, but I forced myself to look past that
What I couldn't look past was that from the moment I met her at the tube station until we parted ways she carried on without a comma entirely about herself, her job which was an usher at one of the theatres which was soooo interesting, and her friends, who she kept talking about as if I was personally familiar with them. "So Seb and Tran were smoking at the stage door, when Anita was stuck alone in the foyer..blah, blah, blah"
I really pushed the boat out, I had a picnic set up in St James Park, chilled wine, blanket, dips, the works. But with each passing minute of her waffling narcissism I felt my attraction diminish until if she offered me a blowjob there and then I would have turned her down.
Well, maybe not. At least it would have shut her up for a bit.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Tue 22 Oct 2013, 22:16, Reply)