So last Friday night the wing ladies assembled again. Preened and ready for the kill (I mean the flirt).
We hit Soho, and after a false start in a very “coupled up” piano bar we decided to begin practising on the patrons pouring out of a bar nearby (and no – it wasn’t a gay bar).
I started early, doing the look into my eyes trick and was having fun locking eyes with a chap across the bar while we were waiting for drinks to be served. He was a good-looking bloke and I was mindful of the Love Coach‘s advice about practising on those that you’re not interested in before being confident enough to try it out on those that you fancy.
So as our drinks were ready and Julia ordered us outside to begin flirting, I led the charge…
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