A man came this morning to put together a BBQ I recently purchased. He was very talkative. I found this a bit unnerving, considering how shy and delicate I am, especially when around men who put things together.
He told my partner he was a girl for putting away the washing.
He winked at me, and I suspected he was thinking "if she were a few years younger and had longer hair, and maybe a more fullsome bust..."
We parted, neither of us having grown any. Which is a shame, because I am sure there were many bridges we could have built had we had more time.
Perhaps when I am old, I will wear purple, and build bridges with those who in another context and with a few litres of beer in them, would commit an act of mild sexual violance against me.
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