You're welcome, Un. Charlie, in retrospect, is a weapon of mass destruction. No wonder we all stopped using it as we got a little braver and wanted boys to come closer
Un, not only women. When my lodger's going out on the pull, he does pile it on a bit. The dog's still sneezing 20 minutes after the front door has shut behind him.
Sheesh Z that's taking it to extremes. Unless his date was one who drenched herself in the stuff, I've been around a few (men AND women) who don't believe in less is more, they like more is more
GG you've reminded me of the boarding school years, I'd managed to block that completely! Supper on Saturday at 6 pm, no food until after communion at 11 am the next day - in fact if the Sunday was one of our days out (6 hour exeant every other week) nothing until we got home, by which time the family dog was at serious risk of being eaten as it charged up to say hello.
Oh aye but my point, they're all convinced they are the centre of the sane world.
Like you do. And me. Well, I do accept my centre is a little wobbly at times ... and yup we all do that too, think 'was what I just said a little too much? Nah'
Smelling like a rose
Tru, behind the jokes you're just a true soppy romantic, aren't you?Wish you'd asked her. Next time you see her, stop her and say you're asking for a friend what it is she wears