7th piercing girl
OK - she comes back to the pub where I play a couple songs once in a while. She's with some guy with a big face. He's guzzling chicken wings like Henry the 8th. I ask her to join me outside while Wimpie downs another 5 wings before we even stand up; we go outside. I give her the poems - 3 of them - very good poems, ifIdosaysomyself. She sticks them inside her beautiful C-cup (the left one) and says she'll wait 'til she gets home to read them in bed. I immediately tent. We finish our smoke (I don't even fucking smoke!) and go back inside.
Last night I really expected to see her - I expected to see in a short skirt, waiting to whisper to me that she wasn't wearing panties, but she didn't show up - God!
OK - so that's like a complete mind squeeze for me. So I suck it up, go on stage and sing a couple of tunes and then try to drink everything that the waitress brings me as fast as I can. I go home.
Last night I really expected to see her - I expected to see in a short skirt, waiting to whisper to me that she wasn't wearing panties, but she didn't show up - God!
OK - so that's like a complete mind squeeze for me. So I suck it up, go on stage and sing a couple of tunes and then try to drink everything that the waitress brings me as fast as I can. I go home.