Saturday, 17 November 2007

Walking home from my night out...

Random guy waiting for taxi, quite quietly to his friend: Ooh redheads, my favourite.
Me: [overhearing, looks over shoulder and smiles - he was under 30 and cute, you've got to give them some encouragement.]
Him: Tell me you're Irish.
Me: [over shoulder, still walking] I am.
Him: Take me home.

It's amazing how such a small thing can give you such a massive ego boost. I'm going to bed with a smile on my face.

1 comment:

Sipwine said...

Aw... I had something similar this weekend.

I looked like hell, felt like hell, and some guy in Blockbuster came up to me and said, "Hi, I'm Patrick, I just like meeting beautiful women."

What else could I do but smile!?