Last Friday was our Work's Christmas Do. We went to play shuffleboard, a game I enjoy, and eat pizza, so all was good.
On our way into the venue, an attractive young woman stopped me on the stairs, tapping me on the shoulder and saying, "I'm loving your outfit."
Many gentleman of my age might have been flattered by such an approach, might have been left glowing with braggadocio, "I've still got it!". Certain less scrupulous types might have seen it as an invitation to pursue... who knows what, but it wouldn't have ended well.
Me, I just gave her a sideways look and said, "Whatever!", convinced that she could only be taking the piss. "She might have been coming on to you," Ben remarked later. "That'd be the first time in my life," I replied. You can't have still got it if you never had it in the first place.
(For those of you who are wondering: I was wearing a woolly jumper with a half-zip neck and jeans. It was hardly Zoolander material.)
My general reaction to any comment other people might take as a compliment is to consider it sarcasm. Which therefore leads me to adopt the position of Swans...
I have it on good authority that the ladies find a half-zip neck hard to resist. Hence Frankenstein's monster's reputation as a Casanova.
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DeleteOh, so its the jumper that has the half-zip neck? I misunderstood.
DeleteMy works Christmas do is today. I am also wearing a woolly jumper with a half-zip neck and jeans. I expect zero compliments, but am prepared for sarky piss-takes of, "Oh, is that your Christmas jumper?" It isn't, of course. It's plain grey.
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