The Journey
I have breakfast at the same cafe in Freo a couple of times a week. One of the waitresspersons there is always very friendly and chatty. My vanity tells me she may want something more than just some amiable intercourse.
Unfortunately she's just not type at all. For one thing she' s real mung bean and for another she doesn't even drink!!
But be that as it may, being a typical male, I wasn't going to write her off and and she was mentally ear marked for some possible rumpo in the future.
On Friday morning whislt serving me my bacon and eggs she handed me a brochure and invited me to a "weekend workshop". My ears pricked up (as did another extremity) at this oh so bold approach but I was soon deflated.
My vanity had indeed deluded me, it seems it's my soul she wants to get into, not me pants !
Have a read of this ~~~ I cannot think of anyone less needing of this bollocks than your humble narrator.
http://www.thejourney.com/australasia/