Martinis
Excitement writ large on two faces
Martinis. Classic.
Smiling, he murmured
How do I make it?
Childlike glee turned cherubic disappointment
Charmed, he promised fairy godmother-like
Don’t worry, I’ll find out!
Wish I had a flowing gown to match that classy conical glass!
I’d wish I was on a romantic date but this is better!
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Martinis we said, not champagne!!!
No glasses available, ma’am
he tossed
Enthusiasm renewed, they faced each other
3 olives, 2 olives, here’s yours and here’s mine and here’s to us!
It’s so…
Bitter?
Awful!
Absolutely!
Martini dreams discarded, they split a dish of calamari and reminisced often during the friendship born over a disastrous martini.
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1n
wrote on 1 April 2007 at 13:03
heh. he.eh.heh
about time
let’s do this again, you and I. go be silly.
2ideasmith
wrote on 1 April 2007 at 14:58
@ N: In the words of the kind of man I fall for..”Abso-fucking-lutely!”
3Ms Taggart
wrote on 3 August 2008 at 10:52
I wish I could start making friends all over again over a couple of drinks..
But to do that, I have to battle my trust issues…
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