DiamondJoe
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I was cooking one afternoon and, whatever it was on the stove was missing something, so I went to the supermarket. Sunday afternoon, it was dead.
Walking around the back to the booze isle and I spot a stall where a rather cute man is waiting to give out free samples of fruit cider. I stop, try one cider, then the other and as there's reeeaaalllyy nothing going on I stop and engage in conversation with this shortish but handsome, dark haired chap. And he keeps going with the cider and I keep going with the chat and we're talking and I just keep very gently pushing, flirting - nothing that could ever be misconstrued by a pissy straight man - and I see this guy is open. A personal trainer, eh? Used to be a dancer, is that so? And on and on...
After half an hour of talk I just put it out there:
"I know practically everything about you except... your telephone number."
And he gives it to me.
I run home to the cooking and the other half...
Walking around the back to the booze isle and I spot a stall where a rather cute man is waiting to give out free samples of fruit cider. I stop, try one cider, then the other and as there's reeeaaalllyy nothing going on I stop and engage in conversation with this shortish but handsome, dark haired chap. And he keeps going with the cider and I keep going with the chat and we're talking and I just keep very gently pushing, flirting - nothing that could ever be misconstrued by a pissy straight man - and I see this guy is open. A personal trainer, eh? Used to be a dancer, is that so? And on and on...
After half an hour of talk I just put it out there:
"I know practically everything about you except... your telephone number."
And he gives it to me.
I run home to the cooking and the other half...
Nice way to spend a SundayI was cooking one afternoon and, whatever it was on the stove was missing something, so I went to the supermarket. Sunday afternoon, it was dead.
Walking around the back to the booze isle and I spot a stall where a rather cute man is waiting to give out free samples of fruit cider. I stop, try one cider, then the other and as there's reeeaaalllyy nothing going on I stop and engage in conversation with this shortish but handsome, dark haired chap. And he keeps going with the cider and I keep going with the chat and we're talking and I just keep very gently pushing, flirting - nothing that could ever be misconstrued by a pissy straight man - and I see this guy is open. A personal trainer, eh? Used to be a dancer, is that so? And on and on...
After half an hour of talk I just put it out there:
"I know practically everything about you except... your telephone number."
And he gives it to me.
I run home to the cooking and the other half...
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