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Oddly, I may have turned down an opportunity to go straight in the early hours of Saturday morning. I was in The Bulldog and a girl named Emma was trying to attract my attention, stroking my abdomen, fondling my hair. I totally failed to appreciate these gestures. Moreover, she seemed to be with a young man. I asked him if he was her boyfriend. He denied it, but his denial was unconvincing, as he claimed he wasn’t, then elaborated by saying that they had had a fling, but it hadn’t worked out, and anyway he was gay. He then added that she was a black belt in karate (and something else equally oriental), and could take my head off with a single blow, which utterly failed to render her in any way appealing. Then he tried to chat me up, but he was far to drunk to understand what I was saying (or I was too drunk to enunciate clearly, or the pub was too noisy, or any permutation of those three). When he introduced me to a former work colleague and his partner, I decide it was time to slip away.What was particularly annoying was that I had my eye on someone else entirely, a rather large young man from Bristol in black and white camouflage shorts and nice legs, so I could have done without the attentions of Emma and her fresh faced man.
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