inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 15 June 2021, juncture.
I was half an hour later for our meet,
Then I kissed her and trod on her feet,
She was gasping in shock,
I spilled wine down her frock,
And at that point I bid my retreat.
Discretion
Mister Bump 
Lol! Bet she was glad to see the back of you! 🙂
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that was the usual reaction 🙂
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That wasted red wine was probably the deal breaker. 😂
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What is it with women and wine? 🤣
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😂
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You must have been watching from the bar while it happened. 1969 in Boston? It was a good vintage too.
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Written in the stars 🙂
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Lots of spills your characters. There’s a reoccurring theme there. 😉
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Let’s just say I come with a health warning 🤣
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Ending the relationship on Snapchat
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A nice, clean break though
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Run away, wine stains never come out. I take it there wasn’t a second date.
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not yet, but you never know 🤣
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