Me, On The Pull. Oh Dear.
Momentarily breaking away from the squirrels…
Out and about the other day, I found myself suddenly attracted to a rather tasty lovely sunning herself on a statue near Hyde Park Corner. Stunning.
Thought I saw her take a look. Figured I was right in there, so Mart dared me to to make a move.
Here she is giving me what I thought was ‘the coy eye’:
Totally convinced, this was when Mart told me to go for it.
Casual landing, cleared the throat, and shuffled around a bit:
Thought I’d start with the basics.
Asked her what her name was. Nothing. So, I tried again. Nothing. Then, she looks round, and what do I do? Pretend I wasn’t looking.
What I did next, however, was even worse.
I only went and puffed myself up to give me a bit of extra bulk.
Still nothing, despite the puffing:
Shame up. Not remotely interested, so I let it all go. The whole lot.
Then, what does she do? Turns around just at that exact moment. Jesus.
Yet again, I look away, pretend nothing is going on, and that I’m just a casual bystander admiring the view:
Total fucking mess up.
Flew off just after this was taken. Mart was pissing himself. I wasn’t.
Anyone out there got any advice on successful pulling, let me know.