Are you hitting on me.
At the bus stop this morning.
Man: *smiles at Daisy*
Daisy: *smiles* (before really realising what she was doing)
Man: Hello
Daisy: *nods without smiling*
Man: You seem really nice. Would you like to engage me in conversation this morning and we could talk?
Daisy: Erm. No
I'm so London, baby.
In other news, I am going to the House of Commons on Monday, with my politics 6th formers. Perhaps they will make me prime minister... or queen.
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(2.11.05 09:54) Pah, morning people, hey? What was he thinking? |
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(2.11.05 10:31) You should learn how to kiss your teeth! That could have put him in his place and you could have saved all that extra energy you used talking to him... |
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(2.11.05 11:32) Hehe, that is the strangest chat up ever. I'm sadly tempted to try it just to see the look on the girls face... |
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(2.11.05 11:35) I dunno Pete, what would happen if they said yes to that? *eek* *runs away!* |
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(2.11.05 11:38) What kind of a girl would say yes to that? *scared* |
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(2.11.05 11:42) Maybe if the bus stop was outside a low security mental hospital? *even more scared* |
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(2.11.05 15:03) Given up on your old role as Chief Whip ay, Daisy? ;-) |
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(3.11.05 12:24) Oh, this is how horror movies start like. |