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A Gueuze beer yesterday
Trina couldn't, as it turned out, come to the wine club on Tuesday, so her formal début in Lancaster society will have to wait for a while. At the end of our oeneological perambulation around Sicily (did you know that two-thirds of wine production there is white?) I started thinking out loud about whether anyone would be interested in a special one-off--that I could lead--on Belgian beer. The organiser emails this morning, favourable to the idea. Oh the ardours of the research that that would entail!
She's a sexy woman but what a chatterbox. You can't shut her up. Four hours and I had to constantly seize my chance.
We went to the cashpoint so that she could get some money. A familiar message came up: "You have insufficient funds for this transaction." "You have that problem too!" I said, and bent her head towards me and kissed her, partly in sympathy, partly in relief that we are hammocked in the same financial nadir.
We sunned ourselves in the Ring O'Bells's beer garden, until another of the endless fronts of rain arrived. An intoxicated regular started an erudite slurring about the Higgs Boson particle, drunkely pleased that its apparent discovery is consistent with a wider body of knowledge. "Z fantastic. Uniff... Fied theory. My tutor will be happy!" He then graciously realised what he was interrupting. "No, I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry for interrupting you."
She shook her head after him. "In Liverpool you'd never have anyone coming up to you pissed at 1pm talking about physics." "You're in Lancaster now Trina. We have intelligent drunks here." We umbrellad to the Sun and chatted about living abroad and her kind but undemonstrative ex. Looby 1 Ex 0, I thought. I'll never be "undemonstrative". Except perhaps when people walked past our table: she laughed at my moving apart from her when they did so. "You've got a ridiculous 'demure' face," she said, and mimicked my polite hands.
The more or less hidden bit behind the timetables on Platform three at Lancaster Station confirmed its special position in our erotic life thus far. "Too many clothes," she said, in between kissing.
"I'm really starting to fancy you now," I said, and the rain drilled onto the roof and an endless freight train shouted and banged through the station. She is a slow, withdrawing kisser. I have to resist greedly pulling her head towards me to make her kiss me harder, knowing that to do that would lessen the taunting, sexual, pleasure. As Trina got on the train, a woman in her twenties gave me a knowing, sympathetic smile.
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So now you’re multiply laid, what’s the best dating site? Why don’t you run one?
What’s the proper pronunciation of Gueze?
Gabby women (who have nothing to say) make me go soft.
A Belgian Beer Bust sounds great.
Did you manage to walk home OK after leaving Trina, or did you need an ice pack down your kecks?
every sexy chatterbox looks even more fetching in a ball gag…
gueuze = /ɡəz/, sounds a bit like “nurse". the flemish requires you to get all phlegmy
Given the word’s history, I’ve often wondered whether there’s a French/Dutch shibboleth thing going on there.
me2:
Trina and I met through the site of a well-know liberal broadsheet newspaper. The women can sometimes be a bit dull–all camping, yoga and human rights–and I’d let my sub lapse because it’s very expensive and they were constantly censoring some of my content without telling me what exactly offended sensitivities in Farringdon Road. You can still receive messages from paid-up members though, so when Trina contacted me I renewed just for one month to reply to her.
The better one IMHO is OKCupid - it attracts a more intelligent and unusual crowd ("My favourite word is ‘cunt’.") And it’s a good place for finding a woman to consensually maltreat over a rusty gantry, should that be your cup of tea. It’s free and uncensored.
Plenty of Fish is a downmarket site attracting illiterates and women who “dont want no mindgames lol".
Eharmoney deemed my advert unacceptable, took it down and refunded my sub.
I suppose I could start one of my own but it’s a crowded market now.
UB:
She is gabby but she’s interesting with it–and I’m just as bad when I’m with her.
TSB:
Yes, I do feel a bit overcome after our meetings. And the beer event is being planned now.
DF:
Oh Miss Daisy! :) X
Trebots:
I am ashamed that I announce this idea by mispelling Gueuze. Not a great start! But then by the end of these kind of nights no-one’s that bothered about historical or other forms of accuracy.
Thank you–as long as I’m prepared with a few good books on Belgian beer I think it’ll be fine.
OKCupid looks good. Farringdon is rather dumb if you don’t happen to live where they live - 32 a month for all 2 women in Timbuctoo?
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