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There was me minding my own business on the 185 tonight, when a pretty girl got on at Pimlico and sat almost opposite me


When the person sitting directly opposite me got off, she moved over. (I suspect to get the corner seat and lean on the window rather then anything else)


She knows who she is, (if she doesn't she was reading the third Millennium book - which you will enjoy)


The problem is I don't know who she is.


Maybe next time you get on and sit opposite one of us should say hello as I think you got off the bus in the SE22 area, but I got off just before you.


That is the problem with being a Cat in a Hot Tin Bus, curiosity will get the better of me.


Yours Mr Curious Cat.

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Cat in a Hot Tin Bus Wrote:

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> There was me minding my own business on the 185

> tonight, when a pretty girl got on at Pimlico and

> sat almost opposite me

>

> When the person sitting directly opposite me got

> off, she moved over. (I suspect to get the corner

> seat and lean on the window rather then anything

> else)

>

> She knows who she is, (if she doesn't she was

> reading the third Millennium book - which you will

> enjoy)

>

> The problem is I don't know who she is.

>

> Maybe next time you get on and sit opposite one of

> us should say hello as I think you got off the bus

> in the SE22 area, but I got off just before you.

>

> That is the problem with being a Cat in a Hot Tin

> Bus, curiosity will get the better of me.

>

> Yours Mr Curious Cat.


Oh dash it all to blazes CIAHTB, if I may address you so informally.


Hang it! I intend to stand in front of the fireplace, haul up my slacks and talk to you like a Dutch uncle.

By Jingo, you'll lsten too, ya young rip.


Are you not familiar with the phrase 'Faint heart never won fair maid'? It was spoken by some brainy nib or other, whose name escapes me for the nonce.


You must haunt the 185 until you spot your enamourata, then find a way of getting the seat next to her (these are details, your initiative will pay dividends here).

As she is preparing to get leave the bus, take careful note of the page number of the book she is reading.

As she places the bookmark and closes the tome, quickly snatch it from its place, waggle it in front of her and say 'I know your page, what say we discuss this further over a cocktail'?

She may gasp at your boldness, but will at the same time be drawn by it.

De-bus, and offer her your arm, you may wish to place the bookmark behind your ear, but I leave that to you entirely.


To the nearest bar and the ordering of a brace of Gibsons should be the work of but moments.


From here on, COAHTB you are on your own, busk it.

Though phrases such as 'I yearn for you', 'I have a long felt want' and 'Crikey, when you tilt your head that way, you don't half look like Keren out of Bananarama' may do you some good.


Anyway, bon chance.

Dear Cat,

I must make amends for my first post she was not your soul mate, just an attractive young sort whom you took a shine to.

Someone once said never be afraid to ask for what you want,


the art is learning how to be tactful enough to do so.


The answer is praise something that she wears, or her choice of reading matter as she carried a book, "I haven't read that one but I did read an earlier work from that author", which you obviously have never heard of, then describe another book which you have read.


By this time you are up and running and say would you like a coffee, or would you prefer a cocktail, or maybe an orgasm.............best to hold the orgasm bit until a little later in the errm relationship.


She may look very fit and you might ask if she has gym membership as you must renew yours, or does she run in peckham rye or dulwich park early in the morning?


I cannot remember when I last met a woman who was against flirting,

because it is really exciting, and adds yards to your drive.


Women prefer bar studs to wimps, so be non-threatening but assertive.


Go to it and don't be a pussy, Cat.

HonaloochieB Wrote:

>

> Oh dash it all to blazes CIAHTB, if I may address

> you so informally.

>

> Hang it! I intend to stand in front of the

> fireplace, haul up my slacks and talk to you like

> a Dutch uncle.

> By Jingo, you'll lsten too, ya young rip.

>

> Are you not familiar with the phrase 'Faint heart

> never won fair maid'? It was spoken by some brainy

> nib or other, whose name escapes me for the

> nonce.

>

> You must haunt the 185 until you spot your

> enamourata, then find a way of getting the seat

> next to her (these are details, your initiative

> will pay dividends here).

> As she is preparing to get leave the bus, take

> careful note of the page number of the book she is

> reading.

> As she places the bookmark and closes the tome,

> quickly snatch it from its place, waggle it in

> front of her and say 'I know your page, what say

> we discuss this further over a cocktail'?

> She may gasp at your boldness, but will at the

> same time be drawn by it.

> De-bus, and offer her your arm, you may wish to

> place the bookmark behind your ear, but I leave

> that to you entirely.

>

> To the nearest bar and the ordering of a brace of

> Gibsons should be the work of but moments.

>

> From here on, COAHTB you are on your own, busk

> it.

> Though phrases such as 'I yearn for you', 'I have

> a long felt want' and 'Crikey, when you tilt your

> head that way, you don't half look like Keren out

> of Bananarama' may do you some good.

>

> Anyway, bon chance.



Genius, sheer Genius P.G.W would be proud.

Cat in a Hot Tin Bus Wrote:

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> sigh

> no sign of her tonight

> maybe tomorrow I need to catch the 185 home and

> not go for that one ? pint after work

>

> maybe (god forbid) she lives "gulp" outside of

> east dulwich

> all could be lost


If i were this girl id be a bit worried. Definate stalking potential here. Plenty more fish im the sea surely?

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