The event was for raising money for the charity I have been involved with. This is a really good cause seeking to fund a new oncology centre at the local hospital.
The Old Girl arranged tickets via some friends and we shared a table of 10. We knew two of the guests with the rest being friends and associates of our friends.
It was a nice evening with friendly people.
One of the guests was quite noticeable. she introduced herself as she came to the table saying "Hello, my name is Barbara"
She had rather distinctive features and was not wearing a lot to cover them.
"Look into her eyes, her eyes, her eyes dammit" I said to myself as I mumbled "Hello
Barabara sat opposite me through most of the evening, which went on for 4 hours - buffet dinner, speeches, panel interview with sorts legends (Grant Fox, Allan Jones, Sir John Kiwan etc) and was pretty good.
Its amazing how distracting a flashy cleavage can be. When sitting next to the love of your life it can become downright dangerous. No matter how may times you tell yourself "don't look, don't look" there is a kind of magnetic attraction. I don't even consider myself a 'breast man', preferring to look at a pair of shapely legs if I had to admit to lechery but everytime I looked up from my dinner, back from the stage or across to the Old Girl there
On the way home the Old Girl asked what I thought of Barbara. "Who? I replied.
"Yeah right" she said.
3 comments:
Ha ha. Every bloke knows that 'where do you look' feeling.
If TSB had written this, and added that picture, there would be forty comments by now. You've got two, and both by me. How does he do it?
He links himself to at least 40 other blogs.
Its kind of like begging.
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