One time...
The future Mrs (current) Kite was working a late shift, and I was a bit bored so I left our love nest and wandered 'round the local, armed with my youthful good looks (hey, I was 22!) and a copy of "Air International". Im sat there, quietly reading about East German AF Sukhoi 17's when I notice this pair of older (late 30's) ladies at the bar. The blonde one keeps smiling at me, I shyly smileback and then go back to my magazine. After a few minutes I glance up, she makes eye contact and flicks her head in a "come and sit by me" way. So I got up, rolled my magazine into a tube ...and scarpered home as fast as my little legs would carry me.

My life is very dull.
(kitescreech still here, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 19:08, Reply)