At Southport, I'd just sat down, feet up on the bench in the Blues room, drink in one hand, a HUGE mouthful of Beo's cake and the other half was in the other hand. (not a pretty sight ) When some guy I'd never seen before, very pleasantly and humbly offered his hand to ask me for a dance
I didn't get pi55ed off... but more
at the fact that he'd forced me into a situation where, I was either going to have to risk being being thought of as some sort of hotshot and refuse or stuff the rest of the cake in my mouth, wipe my fingers on my bum and get on with it but knowing I was doing it begrudgingly and not be able to give him my best, which also doesn't sit well with me
In the end, I gestured with a smile, to my cake and drink and then swallowed hard and said pleadingly, "I'd love to but can you just give me 5 mins?
"
He never come back
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