I spent a fine evening yesterday on the POP with a mate I hadn't seen in a long time, and completed with a fine curry. But what enhanced my evening was the fact that I got chatted up by a seriously FIT twentysomething year old HONEY at Earls Court station at around half eleven last night. I'd noticed her as she sat down against a wall but she kept looking at me - then as I walked casually up the paltform, she got up and made a point of coming over and talking to me as I stood waiting for a train which happily (as it turned out) took 20 minutes to arrive.
I reckon some birds just like blokes in their thirties who are MARRIED. It's a theory that a lot of blokes I know subscribe to.
Anyway the trouble is, I can't stop thinking about her now.
I reckon some birds just like blokes in their thirties who are MARRIED. It's a theory that a lot of blokes I know subscribe to.
Anyway the trouble is, I can't stop thinking about her now.