Anyway, I managed to find a little beauty in TK Maxx and I was strolling home when I was stopped by this guy who was mouthing something in my direction…I couldn’t hear what he was saying ‘cos I had my head phones in, but I was hoping he said
‘Excuse me madam, would you like to run to the mall toilets or your gaff…to have your wicked way with me?’
Unfortunately, when I tore my headphones out of my ears like a wild woman and said
‘Excuse me?’… He said
‘Do you love films?’
I looked to his right side and saw his little ‘sales pitch camp’, with LOVE bloody film splashed all over it and my soul shriveled with sadness and hormone shots a plenty
I don’t think I have seen anyone that fit for a good 15 years! I told him there was no hope of talking me into his deal and he said
‘OK but I’m gonna make you laugh A LOT for the next minute’
In fact, I got a good 5 minutes of chucklesome interaction out of him before he gave up the ghost, and off I went…Really I wanted to say
‘Why in gods name are you selling films instead of your body?’
Who says prostitution is a gals game? Personally, I’d pay good money for a night with Mr Horny pants from ‘love film’ land, he’s definitely in the wrong game!!!
I think I may be in temporary love for at least 5 days!