If she doesn't - I have a couple that need taking down! Send them along!Thomzo wrote: So there you go Fee, got any trees that need pruning?

Stonehead wrote: I used to wear black leather trousers with laced seams, cuban-heeled boots, big white shirts with lace-up fronts, and a frock coat. And had a ponytail and goatee.
Stonehead wrote:Ooh, now I'm miffed and flouncing off.Millymollymandy wrote:I'm having a really hard time imagining Stoney as a gay magnet!?I do presume though that when you worked in London you washed and brushed up a bit better than these days - I don't imagine you were dressed in boilersuit with pig poo aftershave back then?
Or have some of these experiences been in Scotland - maybe they fancy the 'earthy' types?
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(I really hope you don't take any offence in what I wrote.I have just been in fits laughing over your posts!)
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I used to wear black leather trousers with laced seams, cuban-heeled boots, big white shirts with lace-up fronts, and a frock coat. And had a ponytail and goatee. ( I still wore boiler suits when no one was looking, though!)
As for recent experiences, here's one from T***o, Inverurie.
The Other Half and I had dropped in there with the boys to get a couple of odds and ends while in the area getting stuff for the croft. The boys decided it was time for a loo break so the OH disappeared with them.
I was meandering my way around when a woman with a little girl in her trolley asked me if I'd mind getting something down from the top shelf for her. I obliged and smiled at them.
In the next aisle, the same thing happened but this time the little girl piped up, "But Mummy, we don't get that one, we get the cheap one" and pointed to a lower shelf.
Mummy went a bit red, then the little girl loudly confided "Mummy's desperate for a man!".
The poor woman went beet red as I grinned and a couple of other shoppers laughed.
I was then rescued by the Other Half, with the boys in tow and a huge grin on her face, too.
And yes, I was wearing a boilersuit (clean, I'll have you know), wellies, and my old green jacket.
PS As for being a gay magnet, look up bears. Better watch out, Wombat!!!
Poor Fee!the.fee.fairy wrote:I tried coppicing a few years ago...i think i was too young for the blokes there...
I did get chatted up in casualty once! I'd broken my ankle, and so i hopped in bright red and crying (i do cry occasionally..), and this bloke commandeered a wheelchair for me. He was sitting near meand trying to talk to me about going drinking. I'm not a big drinker...i have my drinking buddies and when we get together with Mr Jack Daniels, we get a bit merry but that's it. Anyway, this bloke was not attractive...an he was throwing up regularly!! As he left he asked if i wanted to go for a drink at the weekend...In casualty...chatted up in casualty...
I guess i was a bit ranty because we were talking about attraction at work, and when i said that i quite liked the gaden gnome look, they looked at me as if i was mad! Then, one of the blokes (i wish there was talent at work...) said that he couldn't think of anything worse. So that set me into a grump!
What an outragous over simplification of men. I suspect that's appearance obsessed women telling you that. Well, let me tell them, (finger wagging) men are people to. Yes, there are the celebrity and grooming obsessed ones, just as there are women. But most men, like most women are just normal people who are primarily attactracted to a happy, enthusiastic person not a model for the latest fashions/fads and gener stereotypes.the.fee.fairy wrote: I've had this conversation at work, and was told 'its because men want to think of you as a lovely clean, attractive female, not a mudcaked garden gnome!'.
QuakerBear wrote:So don't get clean just to try and attract a man, you're far more attractive and beautful as yourself, honest, confident and happy.