Met a really nice and pretty girl on the train home tonight, a student at Portsmouth Uni studying marketing. In a way, I’m kicking myself that I didn’t ask for her number or invite her for a drink, as she lingered quite pointedly as we parted after a seven minute chat on the train, saying “I’m not in a rush to be anywhere”. But, let’s face it, she was only 21 or so!
Still, good for the ego to be on the receiving end of some flirting that wasn’t coming from a human loo brush.
separating the wanted from the unwanted