Miss here. How do?
Well it's a Saturday night and I have just, literally, come home and I am typing this in my underwear. Already I have had to delete about 8 words due to spelling mistakes and I am going to get Mr to read through this after.
I love rugby. I do. I am a celt and i am born to do be patriotic whether I like it or not. So tonight was the rugby World Cup Final.
Obviously I supported South Africa (you can curse me as much as you want but you know every Irish, Welsh and Scottish person was doing the same) so I went to cheer the buggers on.
Now, I am pretty sure that somewhere in Soho would have been showing the game where I could have chatted to girls about the skill and to the boys about the legs...yes I am stereotyping. But somehow I ended up in a tiny pub sat next to a racist football fan and chatting up a man.
I even gave him my phone number and invited him to our house party. There is something predominantly wrong with my genes.
Why can I flirt very easily with men but not at all with women??? Seriously, I could get a boyfriend so easily but I can not chat up women to save my own life. Maybe I have the mental capacity of a 15 year old. Who knows?
I do know my spelling is rather great right now though. Every cloud has a silver lining and all that jazz.
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