Today’s things are: museum, sneeze, romance
A Hopeless Romantic
I am a hopeless romantic, it has to be said. I love a bit of romance, but it never works out the way it does in books, does it?
I remember taking this lovely creature to one of the most romantic places I could think of. What could be more romantic than the Hunterian museum in London? It is the museum for the royal college of surgeons and is full of dissected body parts preserved in formaldehyde. What could put you in the mood for love better than staring at someone’s body preserved in a jar?
Well that date didn’t end well.
Then on another date, I took the lucky girl to the Portrait gallery. Unfortunately, I was allergic to her perfume, La Nuit d’amour, which made me sneeze everywhere. If you see a portrait in the gallery with a green mark in the bottom left hand corner, that was me. I also managed to sneeze over her too. So that didn’t work out.
I’ve learned my lesson now, I always take an antihistamine now before heading out on a date, just in case.
On my last date I took her on a spa weekend. Personally, I felt she took offence far too easily. I only said that she could do with something to rejuvenate her? I pointed out that her Crows feet were much more reduced in size after the face peel. Maybe she was just annoyed that I insisted we split the bill when It was clear an invite back to her place was out of the question. I had to dart left pretty sharpish to avoid her slap. As I dodged out-of-the-way she accidentally ended up hitting the Manageress behind me. What a kerfuffle THAT caused. I posted bail for her, but was she grateful? No.
I suppose I am just no good at picking the right girl.
I’ve joined an online dating agency now, so fingers crossed.
I’ve got pretty high standards though.
Disclaimer: This story is totally fictitious, please do not make any assumptions about me from this story 😉
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 09/July/2018