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My first date with the man I loved - and whos memory I still do - drink with a couple of friends in the local pub - or one of them. We left one pub and walked down the road to another, decided we preferred the first one, and last orders were just about to be called, so we ran, he with his 6ft 2 athletic built, me near a foot shorter - level with a bank he stopped and turned to wait for me, not realising how close I was, as he opened his arms to catch me, I ploughed into him and he went down on the pavement. There was this horrible echoing thunk. Said he was okay though, and we still made it before time. He offered to walk me home, and on the way we stopped, and he picked me up and stood me on a bench and kissed me on the mouth - then, pulling away he told me he had known it would be special. On the way home I noticed he was walking with one foot on the pavement, and the other in peoples fenced off front gardens - long legs you see. If you are reading this over my shoulder Tim, the answer is 'moderately, and of course I will never forget so long as I still have me marbles. You know I do - I would love to push your hair back at the temples just once more. I miss you, and would welcome the kick up the arse you will undoubtedly decide I deserve besauce I am most certainly not running at life like you told me it was for my dearest,
Sorry op - what does she like and yourself. Ask her if she uses iodine on cuts ever and what was it like (if you have seafood allergies, you cant use iodine - descrete way of finding out if she is sea food tollerant after bowling without it being because she has done a champion hurl across the table).
I know this is a tad outdated - rather like myself - a gentleman should treat a woman as a lady - unless she shows herself to be otherwise. Little courtesys mean a lot as they seem to be becoming rare.
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