This true story takes place about 9 years ago. I was out with my mates and wanted to go home (club music wasn't doing it for me). It's about half 11 at night and I make my excuses, call in for a pizza and there's me and this stunning milf in there, late 40's early 50's, she's pale as a sheet, massive tits which were on display, a purple coloured bob, thick black eye liner and a pentagram necklace. She noticed my pink Floyd T-shirt while were waiting and asks if I'm a fan or just a poser, so we talked about the band and other music for bit and she says 'right, you've passed the test, you've not just been to H&M' I ask her if she's had a good night and she says she'd walked away from her mates cause the music was shit in the pubs they went into, I said 'That's funny that, I left for the same reason, be good if there was a place who played Floyd' she stares at me for a moment and says well, why don't you come to mine, I've got loads on vinyl, I'd love to hear your opinions on it, being a pretentious music snob at the time I say sure, it all sound better on vinyl. So we get our food and head off. |
) now she's wearing pink PJ pants, thick socks and a worn band T-shirt exploding a nipple piercing which I can't take my eyes off
