A jersey dress slightly above the knee, a windy night with spots of rain, a shawl around my head, crossing the road from the last train. A shout from a car pulling up at the lights, around one a.m.
"WOOI!! NICE LEGS FOR AN OLD WOMAN!!"
What I put up with to get out and dance.
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Going Home
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Well they're half right....
The other half told me this morning that my hair had grown out a bit, and I look like "Suzi Quattro, circa 1974". So the hairstyle is not good, but I am infinitely cool instead.
Luckily he did not comment on the legs, having dug himself a big enough hole already.
@Jo hehehehe!
Thinking before speaking is not a strong point for most men I'm afraid. x
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