I want to hold your hand
I went for a quick drink with my other half near Victoria station (god I take her to classy places) before going on to meet friends for dinner.

We came out of the pub and I put my arm around her as we crossed the road. The path we got to was quite narrow, with people going both directions, so I moved my arm and we went single file.

I reached behind me to take her hand, but our hands just brushed and didn’t connect, so I tried again and the same thing happened.

Third time lucky, and I got hold of her hand only for her to pull it away aggressively, which is the sort of thing she would do if I’d pissed her off, but this time I knew I hadn’t.

I turned inquisitively to see what was wrong to see a perplexed looking man glaring at me and my girlfriend standing behind him pissing herself with laughter.

Still, I got my revenge later that day after we’d been for Tapas with friends and I ignored her instruction never to tell anyone that she’d whispered to me ‘these onion rings taste funny’, which led me to be completely stumped until I realised she had tasted the calamari.

On the walk home that night, it really was her refusing to hold my hand.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 28 Nov 2008, 12:13, 1 reply)

HAHAHAH!
I love this!
It reminds me of a similar story which I won't relate to you.
( Grokthought wouldn't pay that for Chinese 5-Spice, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 9:02, closed)