I'm not sure if I'm still drunk or still in shock. That whole second chance thing - scrap it. Always go with your gut instinct, its invariably right...
Out went the coat, in came the thigh high boots, mini dress and some bizarre waist coat. As she first walked up to me I didnt know whether to kiss her cheek or ask her how much for a rub and tug! My heart dropped and I was like a startled rabbit caught in the headlights. My first thought was I'll have to get very, very drunk to get through the evening. I couldn't make my excuses and leave as she had travelled to see me. A few years ago I would have, but my conscience has annoyingly grown.
I walked her rather swiftly to a bar I never frequent and settled in for the evening. No chance was I taking her into the thick of the action for fear of seeing anyone I know. We both got fairly wasted and I was doing a few sneaky shots at the bar out of her eye sight just to lower my embarrassment of sitting with a near on street walker that much quicker.
I honestly don't get that an intelligent thirty two year old doctor didn't take one look in the mirror before she headed out and thought, I'm not sure this outift works. I'm no fashion icon, , but her get up really was for a fancy party and nothing else.
We still had a drunken snog at the end of the night before I bundled her into a taxi...as it pulled away, I knew our paths would not cross again..with any luck....
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