Ridiculous objectification of our SOs thread

[PantomimeGoose 59]

I'll never forget the first time I saw him across the fashionable theme rock club. Cotton Eye Joe had just started to play, so of course, I was looking around for the New York Yankees who are usually drawn inexorably to the sound. They never materialized. Instead, emerging through the ersatz fog and the groups of students dressed as a golf outing and super heroes, was 5 foot 6 inches of pure man (I could tell by the distribution of hair) in tweed and a flat cap. "Is that a ferret in your trousers, or are you just happy to see me?" I asked coyly (It turned out to be a ferret). After exchanging pleasantries and speaking flirtatiously of going out some evening for some kidney pie and mushy peas, he announced "Git thi coit. Tha's pulled." Naturally I thought I was being mugged, so I attempted to glass him, as I was taught was their custom. It seems I had not quite grasped the technique, so he just exclaimed "Eee bah gum, luv." and called me a "big girl's blouse". My head was spinning from a combination of the IRN BRU and pale-flesh-induced snow blindness. Confused and disoriented, I took *off* my blouse. It was love....

[elmcitymaven 9,712]

I'll never forget the first time I saw him across the fashionable theme rock club. Cotton Eye Joe had just started to play, so of course, I was looking around for the New York Yankees who are usually drawn inexorably to the sound. They never materialized. Instead, emerging through the ersatz fog and the groups of students dressed as a golf outing and super heroes, was 5 foot 6 inches of pure man (I could tell by the distribution of hair) in tweed and a flat cap. "Is that a ferret in your trousers, or are you just happy to see me?" I asked coyly (It turned out to be a ferret). After exchanging pleasantries and speaking flirtatiously of going out some evening for some kidney pie and mushy peas, he announced "Git thi coit. Tha's pulled." Naturally I thought I was being mugged, so I attempted to glass him, as I was taught was their custom. It seems I had not quite grasped the technique, so he just exclaimed "Eee bah gum, luv." and called me a "big girl's blouse". My head was spinning from a combination of the IRN BRU and pale-flesh-induced snow blindness. Confused and disoriented, I took *off* my blouse. It was love....

Golly! My brow is slightly fevered now thinking of tales of forbidden Northern love!

I think I need a nice cup of tea and a lie down now to recover.

[Empress of Groovy 373]

I'll never forget the first time I saw him across the fashionable theme rock club. Cotton Eye Joe had just started to play, so of course, I was looking around for the New York Yankees who are usually drawn inexorably to the sound. They never materialized. Instead, emerging through the ersatz fog and the groups of students dressed as a golf outing and super heroes, was 5 foot 6 inches of pure man (I could tell by the distribution of hair) in tweed and a flat cap. "Is that a ferret in your trousers, or are you just happy to see me?" I asked coyly (It turned out to be a ferret). After exchanging pleasantries and speaking flirtatiously of going out some evening for some kidney pie and mushy peas, he announced "Git thi coit. Tha's pulled." Naturally I thought I was being mugged, so I attempted to glass him, as I was taught was their custom. It seems I had not quite grasped the technique, so he just exclaimed "Eee bah gum, luv." and called me a "big girl's blouse". My head was spinning from a combination of the IRN BRU and pale-flesh-induced snow blindness. Confused and disoriented, I took *off* my blouse. It was love....

Rowr!

[Rebecca Jo 1,962]

And one year later, we still have "si man".