Then, a few minutes ago, a young lass in a hatchback waves me out
with a
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friendly smile.
When that happens (not too often), I like to think that it's because said young lady wants to cop a look at my gorgeous lycra-clad [censored].
I'm well aware that I'm deluding myself, but that's not the point.
There's that sad moment when you first have children and you are carrying a baby around and all the girls are looking at you and smiling.....and then it dawns they are not looking at you at all ;-(
There's that sad moment when you first have children and you are carrying a baby around and all the girls are looking at you and smiling.....and then it dawns they are not looking at you at all ;-(
Tony
About eighteen years later it's even worse when said baby has turned into your post-adolescent son and you risk a hernia from pulling your stomach in whenever the lassies flash a smile in your direction, but you always forget for a nanosecond that they ain't looking at you...