And the joke was of course I wouldn't say that and boudoirs are the last place that would lead
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Jun 2, 2019 -- 1:13PM, RacingCert wrote:
Don’t be too harsh on yourself, Ericster.“Tell me about it.” is an invitation if nothing else.Maybe next time you could upgrade it to, “would you like to tell be about it over a nice bottle of merlot?”
Interesting thoughts there RC.
And responding with how I did might suggest that I was, at the very least, in agreement with what she said.
Not sure about the merlot.
I reckon the old biscuit-tin might stretch to the expense of a Belgian bun and a cup of Yorkshire tea in the Sterling cafe' though.
Oh dear,
I DO hope that I'm not turning into an old gas-bag as I age. After all my years of going it along, I suddenly find myself wanting to get to know people. Well... not "know" exactly. Make acquaintances? I'm not sure really.
Jun 2, 2019 -- 8:04PM, Reynard wrote:
Sounds like classic GILF material
I don't think so. Not sure if I could manage nowadays. Too much like hard work anyway. all that heaving and sweating and for what? To lie in a sticky smell wet patch. And I don't like being laughed at.