The Bearded Whumpus
reminded me of this.

Some time ago now, I rather fancied the local barmaid - screw the fact that she was 16 years younger than me, I really did have a bit of a schoolboy crush on her.

One night, somehow, we ended up going out for a drink together, but with friends so that it wasn't 'awkward'!

She came round to mine, and, and I'm ashamed to admit it, asked her to iron a shirt for me as I really am that hopeless that I'd probably use the plug end and wonder why there were little dents all over the shirt and the floor was getting wet.

To her credit, she actually did iron the shirt (and fine job she did too). I popped to the local Tesco for some fags while she was doing it.

I also came back with some pretty cheesy, half dead roses, complete with the £3.99 sticker on them.

That night, after the 'drink'*, she stayed at my house.

Believe it or not that was over 2 years ago and we're still living together.


*may have been several.
(dchurch bah, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 19:52, Reply)