I've got better these days.
I had a good weekend this weekend. Full of flirting and innuendo (in YOUR end, oh!) I currently have a lady of the married variety who I have trouble keeping off me at the best of times, so after a few shandies it becomes nigh on impossible.

Being one of the last bastions of morality in the world, the married thing means I have to keep a distance, but this only makes the flirting reach outrageous levels. I had forgotten how sneaky women, real human women and not the track suited "geez a shag" set can be.

Last night, I got hit with a curve ball I've never encountered before. "Stop looking at my boobs!". I wasn't. I definitely wasn't, because I was mid-gulp into a pint of lager. "I bloody wasn't!" I slurred, and then realised that the first thing I did after saying this was stare straight at them. I looked up and saw her with a massive grin on her face. Realising I'd been outsmarted, I spent the rest of the evening in a game of verbal tennis with the aforementioned boobs as the subject. "Put your tits away I can't find my pint" was a good one. "Do you want your eyes back i found them in my cleavage" was better.

I imagine a good kicking is probably heading my way soon.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Sun 21 Feb 2010, 15:19, Reply)