We call him a Gold C*ck. they are there, telling us it's only because we haven't met the right guy yet, aka him and his GC. Hmm. ;-)
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at March 1, 2017 6:41 AM MST
Phillip, sweating profusely, repeats to himself: "Look at their eyes, their eyes are up here, keep looking at their eyes, don't look down, remember to look them in the eye, stare them straight in the eye, must lift gaze, do NOT allow eyes to stray downward, concentrate, resist the urge to look at their boobs! Look at their eyes . . . " ~
Stella, seated on the far right, is not really paying attention, instead she's absentmindedly rearranging her shoe collection in her head.
Diane, in the middle, is both the world's nosiest waitress and the world's lousiest waitress: she's taken a seat to join in the customers' conversation.
The young man was sitting alone having coffee when he was approached by the two young women who are an up-market Jehovah's Witness hit squad.
He is so besotted with them, and so astonished at his good fortune, that he is drooling into his coffee. He can't hear a word they're saying and thinks they're offering him the delights of passion. He hasn't yet realised that they are inviting him to join Blood Donors Anonymous.