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Love Factually
Loftysaurus goes Online Dating
“Hatter, you’re a sad loser who’s been on dating sites, can you help me?”
“Lofty, I’ve had a bash at…”
“Look, you need to show me how to put my profile on one. I seem to have run out of barmaids.”
“Run out of barm…”
“You won’t believe it, Hatter, they’ve ganged up on me. There must be a Barmaid’s Union or something and they’re coming over all militant. They won’t even serve me a cold one, never mind go home with me.”
Love Factually
Loftysaurus gets Metrosexual
Thunnnk. My jaw hit the floor.
For once it wasn’t my automatic response to a sublime vision of angelic womanhood walking in the door. No, this was far more unexpected.
Lofty was walking towards me with what seemed to be a cocktail in each hand. I blinked again.
The lighting was rather low here in the rarefied loungey atmosphere of Julep, our new hangout. But, no. They WERE cocktails. And they WERE attached to those massive mitts that are always attached to Loftysaurus.
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