I once heard that in New York single women outnumber single men by more than 210,000, so I made a promise to myself that I would seize every moment that came my way and if a gentleman came my way I would suck it up (not literally...what do you think I am?!).
Friday night was another chance to demonstrate this policy. Whilst waiting for some delightful male friends Smiler and Portuguese to exit the club we’d trapped ourselves in for Friday night, I planted myself down on the curb because my feet were in rather a lot of pain...and my legs were bambified. Now I know that generally no respectful gentleman would stop to chat with a lady on a street corner but I must have been working the elegant damsel in distress look. I know this because a rather dashing gentleman sat down next to me to check I was alright and made me laugh a number of times...although what we talked about I have no idea!
To cut a short story even shorter I once again agreed to give out my number and received a message from Mr Curb the following day...I can't fit him in till next week now though!
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