Girls and Bikes

I was walking to the shops today, just minding my own business, enjoying the weather, when a stunning girl on a fixed gear bike almost ran me over. Long blonde hair, denim shorts, cropped t-shirt. Gorgeous! Well, she apologised, and we got talking. She was curling her hair with one finger, and batting her eyelashes, and I got on to asking her about the bike. It was a custom Mercian, barber's pole stripe in emerald green and crimson with gold pinstriping. She told me how much it cost her. I couldn't believe it! Anyhow, she was asking for my number, but I wasn't really listening. I only had one thin on my mind! I smacked her round the head as hard as I could, snatched her bike, gave her a quick kick in the tits and rode off laughing.
It was only later that I realised she had been hitting on me. How could I have been so blind, so naive?Yet another missed date with destiny. How long would love evade me? I intend to ride around town on that beautiful Mercian, and when I find her, I'm going to ask her if she'd like to go for coffee with me. Would that be too forward of me?

looking through old threads makes sundays so much better when you find this kind of material