With an Eye to Detail

Being chatted-up is actually a nice thing - and as it happens, sometimes the bloke(s) are even not too bad, until...

... I realised that this one from last night wasn't only wearing white shoes (a definite NO GO, EVER), no, at some point he started opening the buttons on his shirt. YUK. I don't want to see your hairy chest, thanks!

... or, an all-time favourite, the bloody overstatements. You have a flat in Notting Hill you're renting out but you live in Tooting Bec in a flatshare? Yeah right. You were a lawyer in the City but decided to take on a more challenging position, and until you find it you're not working... guess on the dole then?

... always a pleasure, the mates. No, I didn't notice them pulling faces, or mentioning "the mark" (which could be either the mark out of 10, or the amount of pints they'd have to drink before they'd even consider shaggin me). Aaaargh just FO and DIE.

... very nice, the phone calls. Not interested in mom's diseases!

Considering... being chatted-up is crap. Leave it!