Potential

I think I have an admirer.
This pretty blonde thing keeps speaking to me at the supermarket. She works nights at an old peoples home nearby and pops in for fags and Sanatogen before her shift starts. We first spoke when she asked where the Tena Lady were and I directed her to Feminine Hygiene. Now she finds a reason to see me every day. Jared claims he had her at a Christmas disco last year. “She’s got flaps like an elephant’s ears and more piercings than a gypsy village” he says. Mind you, he claims to have had every female shopper in the building, from the bipolar teenager who buys loads of jeans when she’s manic, to the 88-year-old spinster who comes in every Wednesday for her Cointreau. I’m still a bit sceptical about romance. Since the whole Donna thing I’ve been trying to avoid women like swine flu, but I have to admit this girl is tempting. I must find out if she’s single. I’ll be so subtle she won’t even realise she’s been questioned.
“The pile cream is over by the pharmacy,” I’ll say, “and how do you like your eggs in the morning?” If she falls for that old barrel of shit she’s probably not the sort of girl I’m after anyway, but who knows? Maybe its time to get back on the horse.. Not that she looks like a horse, you understand, she’s a very attractive girl. And I didn’t get to ride my last horse anyway, it was purely a kiss and a cuddle, so that whole statement is nonsense really.
Pretty much in keeping with the rest of today’s blog…

RC 28-5-09
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