She's NOT a whore.
A few years ago me and my girlfriend went up-country to that London to see REM. We'd got a super-cheap hotel in Kings Cross.

Now, both being born-and-bred Devonians, neither of us knew much about that London, or the reputation that Kings Cross has.

We saw the gig, and headed back to the hotel, my gf all dolled up to look good on the off-chance Micheal Stipe will spot her in the audience.

Walking through reception the receptionist,(a different one to when we'd arrived) stopped us.
'You can't take her in here!' to me, gesturing to my girlfriend.
'Why not?'
'Because we don't allow it sir'
'Allow what?'
'Ah, extra guests.'
'She's with me!'
'Ah, yes sir, but we don't allow that.'
'Right. Allow what?'
'Ah sir, I think we both know what I'm referring to.'
'Um, actually no....'

It took a long and painfully embarrasing conversation to realise that the receptionist thought my girlfriend was a whore I'd just picked up.

Somehow my gf decided that this was my fault.

I'm still a bit confused about it now.
(inflateable, Wed 25 Jan 2006, 21:54, Reply)