I never have been what you might call a ladies man.
For years I cursed the guys my age who seemed to get laid regularly despite being as thick as two short planks.
Why didn’t women appreciate strong silent types like me who were deep not macho?
This short piece was written in a slough of despond yet offers a glimmer of hope that my fortunes were about to change.
TRACEY’S BACARDI
It started with a chat up line I’d memorised from a ‘how to pull’ tabloid article.
‘”Can I buy you several drinks?”
The girl at the bar looked bored and gave me a vacant stare that could be interpreted as ‘yeah’, ‘nah’ or ‘fuck off’.
“Maybe” she conceded.
“Please yerself” I said.
Act casual. Plenty more fish.
“Ok then, just one though”
“What’ll it be?”
“Bacardi and coke” Continue reading
