The Penny Drops
I remember once, having given up all hope of ever, EVER getting it on with the hot German girls on my degree course, I actually asked one if she'd like to go and see a band at 93 Feet East. I only asked her, because I thought she'd enjoy it, and I was going and I was just being friendly.

After the gig, we walked back to her flat. She invited me in. I went in. She offered me a drink. I accepted a drink. She said it was late, and I could stay the night if I wanted.

I said: "No, it's ok. The 35 nightbus is just around the corner and they're pretty reliable. See you tomorrow!" And I walked out the door.

...

About 18 months later, I was sitting in the departure lounge in Heathrow, waiting to board my flight to Australia to move in with my Aussie girlfriend of only six months. I thought about my life in London. I thought about all the friends and adventures I'd had. I thought about the German girl. I thought about that night.

Oh, cocksocks.
(theremin put the lotion in the basket on, Fri 19 Feb 2010, 14:36, Reply)