Smooth! Cats! Bets! Ouch!
It was a late Monday night. I was out with Danny and Ryan, at Blessed. I'd had a bit of a dance, and was in the downstairs bar hitting the shots. I got chatting to a girl nearby. She was pretty, slim, dark; all in all, just what I'd go for. Even better, she was wearing combats, a vest top and a collar (this was 1997/8 guys...)

Amazingly, things were going ok. I was chatting away, getting a few little laughs and smiles, and hands were being gently laid upon one another. I was a happy guy.

Then I turned round to neck a shot and get a couple of beers for me and my potential new squeeze.

"Hey, J, c'mere" said Danny. I smiled, and expected congratulation on my smoothness. "I bet you a score you wouldn't mock that collar she's wearing!" I just smiled and went back to my girl. Then that little mischievous demon I have working away inside me decided to get involved.

I gazed into her eyes, reached to her beautiful, slender neck and stroked her collar; "That's lovely" I said. she smiled bashfully and expressed pleasure in my opinion. "My cat's got one like that, but hers has a bell attached to it. Did you get it in Pets at Home?"

The resounding thwack as she slapped me echoed above the music.
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Thu 18 Feb 2010, 14:53, Reply)