I was just thinking today of my first lady of the 1980's.
Our first date was a cemetery in Coventry. Our second date was the national motorcycle museum.

How cool is that ?

Edited by Forest Hillbilly (13 Nov 2020 10.42pm)

I disengage, I turn the page.

I once thought I'd gone up to heaven when I found myself in the bed of a young woman who (sorry girls), had the most enormous t!ts I had ever come across.

What I didn't realise was, that this adventure had an equally massive downside.

While trying to maintain balance on this human water bed, she developed an unease. She told me that she was still married and that she was terrified that her (separated) husband would burst in and issue GBH.

Have you ever tried to bang someone who is terrified of her own action. I can tell you that it was a massive downer, when it should have been a real boner-fest.

Edited by Harpo (13 Nov 2020 11.54pm)

I have a somewhat distant memory of a lady arranging to meet me in a public house for our first date.
I was dressed to the nines,not a hair out of place and I suspect I had used a sprinkling of after shave.

She entered through the main door and I was in a state of disbelief.The lady had decided to cycle to the venue and was wearing bicycle shorts!
I was tempted to bellow "On yer bike".
This was our one and only 'Date' together.

In my lothario days, I once met a lady who hailed from Brough which is not too far removed from Hull.
I must admit she did have substantial bosoms but she wore more makeup than a clown.

Which tune would help?

And you respond with Glad All Over?