But...I Don't Want To Be Sweet.
Has the day come for me to admit I'm heading for old age...there already or nearly there?
I was in B&Pooh yesterday, with my oldest and dearest friend, the one guy that can say he truly know's me, the one that knows more about me than I do.
So we get to check-out where a lovely looking lady, of about 45, is serving....she scans my item, nothing happens so after a few attempts she calls a colleague, a lady of about 35-40.
During the conversation a perfect opportunity to be a cheeky chappie presents itself, cheeky statement is delivered and the two ladies giggle like a couple of naughty teenagers.
Job done...I've had a giggle with a couple of attractive ladies....a little cheeky? Yes....a little flirtatious? Absolutely.
As we walk away Nik heard one say "Ahhh, how sweet"
So with great delight he informed me that I'm too old to be a cheeky chappie and a flirt.
I suppose I should be pleased that I'm not at the "pervert" stage yet
Am I forever relegated to the "Too old to be cheeky chappie" league?
Or should I raise the lower age limit to say "55"?