my latest bruise
It came about on Saturday night while making polite conversation with a charming young man. He got over enthusiastic with his gestures and bottled me (lout!), catching my hip bone with his Heineken as I stood there innocently. I had my hand on my hip and weight on one leg, so it was jutting out (and yes was possibly twirling hair and batting lashes, that is how I roll). Its on the left side, which makes a nice change, from my regularly battered right hip bone - where my satchel rests when carting the ole laptop around. The boy apologised profusely and we managed to resolve the situation amicably.
Labels: shenannigans
3 Comments:
You little flirt, you!
You need a man made out of marshmallows or cotton-wool.
(or perhaps just a soft rubber)
I have typed and deleted so many sentences here I think I am just going to leave it.
Dear lord, Lou. Don't give me that kinda material in a public forum. I've maintained my purity for so long.
I'm smirking right now.
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