Recently I met a British girl at a party. She’d only just arrived in Sydney and didn’t know many people so I tried to be friendly and welcoming without being overwhelming or stalky. Seems to have worked as we swapped numbers and have met up a couple of times since the party – I showed her where the shops and cinemas were.
But I confess, when I first met her I thought:
“She is blonde and intelligent and classy and has decent sized boobs, therefore Running-Man Friend with Freud the Cat will like her, I must introduce them at the first opportunity.”
Which I did, on Wednesday night. I even managed to forebear from nudging him and going “So?” whilst wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.
I needn’t have bothered, he didn’t fancy her. Drat him. She’s ideal.