Thread title sounds like one of those lonely heart Metro paper cries in the urban wilderness, ...'Tuesday night, 6.30pm southbound on the Victoria line. You got on at Pimlico, in a purple dress as snug as a Wapha base layer and large brown eyes like huge deep pools of luxury chocolate, you melted the heart of every man in the carriage . You brushed against my arm, me wearing a green shirt and blue chinos, I could see you look at my novelty tie and smiled, at least I think it was a smile. Knowing I had to say something or I'd regret forevermore staying silent during our chance encounter, I blurted out "wow, you're really lucky, just two stops ago I let off a massive fart that made everyone eyes water, thankfully its cleared up now and we've avoided what could have been a
pretty embarrassing moment....."....'you said thanks & smiled, then scratched your head............blimey I must have started drinking early today
.......and there's nothing wrong with those presents you lucky blighter, I'll happily exchange them for any of the array of socks I seem to have receieved from Santa.