Tha what, tha sez?

[madcatwoman]

I think - and I may be wrong - that I've just been chatted up by the supervisor from  Yorkshire Water's dig-it-up-and-stare-at-stuff team.  He was fascinated by me having a pierced nose...and got quite chatty.  Asked me which pubs I go to...
Even though he was a bit not-my-type, it's done the fragile ego a power of good.

Comments

[trampledamage]

Class! A fine start to the weekend :o)

[madcatwoman]

Am a grinnin' fool!

[pigeonhed]

Obviously a man of fine taste... Go you!

[madcatwoman]

Thank you, kind sir!

[vret]

So where are you meeting him?

[madcatwoman]

I'm not desperate enough...

[itsjustaname]

Woo hoo! *grin*

[madcatwoman]

Pin back thi lug 'oles: Not. My. Type.
But, I guess it keeps me in practice having a bit of a flirt.
However, we are talking bald, thin, collar and tie forty-summat male from Barnsley here... I'd scare the bugger to death!
I prefer summat with a bit more je ne sais quoi, and some va-va-voom. As those are thin on the ground and usually taken or gay (or are bound to be a bother to all concerned if they've reached early middle age and are neither taken nor gay), I suspect that I am destined to live a quiet and shag-free life.

[itsjustaname]

My lug holes were pinned just fine. I was 'woo hoo'ing the ego boost, not any assumed intention to reciprocate.

[madcatwoman]

Ooops - sorry, lass. I've got meself a bit sensitive these days.