God was on my side, and all was not lost. I was opening a book on Marilyn Monroe, and holding some peppermints with the words "For men with small penises" This was a trifle embarrassing especially as a dishy man came up to me and said "Do you live in Los Angeles" I said "Yes", as he nervously looked around to see if anyone was there, sort of dancing on the spot, as if it was too hot. I was equally agitated hoping that he does not notice what the box said. He then asks if I have a boyfriend and could he ring me? I was so surprised about being spoken to, that I handed over my card by mistake. He then disappeared just as the Ditzy one came smiling round the corner. I am going to suggest that the The Ditzy one goes to check with the doctor if his brain work properly?.
Don't worry about The Ditzy one, he got chatted up by a woman in red shoes, who was asking him what "I love you" was in Polish...
Well this is LA isn't. Everybody gives out a card, it doesn't necessarily mean anything, or does it?
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