Originally Posted by
WhiskyMan
It's not a great story. Just a long one. But here we go.
My missus and I went to a Lesbian wedding a couple of weeks ago, and the week before they had the Hen. She went along. It was a meal, and then for the most adventurous heteros and the homos they went on to West Five in Ealing, which is a gay bar. But I am told, a nice bar.
The La Roux bird was there. And was singing some songs on the stage. My missus hadn't a clue who she was. But she started singing songs on the mic, and then directed the song "The Lady is a Tramp" towards my missus. Who thought it was strange, but being a narcissist, simply thought she fancied her. She was pretty full on, and then spent the night trying to dance with her, my missus was happy to dance with her, but not WITH her, if you know what I mean.
She was amused by her attitude. Thought she was acting kind of self important. But thought nothing more of it. Next day, that Bulletproof song comes on and it clicks. She's the bird from La Roux, and I think she was disappointed that she didn't recognise her.
I am a little worried my missus will decide she's off cock now, and go back for some celebrity furry cup drinking. The sad part is... She is so rough I can't even get any wank material from it.