Gift Horse

Got chatted up today by this toothless old guy – his daughter is well into her seventies. He kept saying I was ‘hot’ and could he interest me in a capucchino which I didn’t really know how to respond to – slippery slope and all that. I didn’t want to encourage him but at that age, it seemed a shame to dash his hopes completely. One thing is to go for the older man but I thought this was taking it a bit far. At one point he pointed out I had good teeth which made me feel a bit like a horse at an equestrian fair. Maybe it was because he didn’t have any himself that he fixated on this particular feature? Finally I accepted the capucchino but drew the line at that saying I had a series of dental appointments coming up which would be keeping me busy for the foreseeable future, yes, even tomorrow night at 8 o’clock. Oh well, it’s when a woman stops getting the attention that she really has to start worrying I suppose.