Putting the line in Wrinkle
Sharon, Krista and I were taking a long walk up Royal Parade to Doreen's house for an Annual Dinner 2007 cum birthday celebration.
It was Saturday night and we were having girl-chat all the way. It is truly amazing: we are not the closest of friends though we are well-acquainted enough with each other; yet we can talk non-stop for 45 minutes. The stuff women are made of. Heh, amazing God.
So yeah all of a sudden, out of nowhere popped a couple dressed in their nines, definitely prepared for a posh night-out. The lady had this gorgeous dress. Allow me the indulgence of describing it. It was this soft white affair with delicate straps and which flowed onto an A-line cut just above the knees. There were no prints or patterns save a well-expressed lace-like design that twirled around the hem of the skirt.
So there we were, three girls dressed for a casual party a church friend organised [I was the worse-for-wear in t-shirt, cardigan, slacks and sneakers], making rather audible sounds upon spotting gorgeous dress.
Wah!!! That's a really pretty dress! It looks fantastic!
We did this all the way from 8 metres away till we passed the couple.
And the silly male partner of the lady began to protectively put his arm around her shoulders and say - I know, she is very pretty!
Erm we were talking about the dress. And yes she is attractive. But hey, we're girls, and most absolutely straight!
Oh but if what you really wanted was for us to say your girlfriend is attractive, just be obvious, we would not have declined the invitation. ^^
It was Saturday night and we were having girl-chat all the way. It is truly amazing: we are not the closest of friends though we are well-acquainted enough with each other; yet we can talk non-stop for 45 minutes. The stuff women are made of. Heh, amazing God.
So yeah all of a sudden, out of nowhere popped a couple dressed in their nines, definitely prepared for a posh night-out. The lady had this gorgeous dress. Allow me the indulgence of describing it. It was this soft white affair with delicate straps and which flowed onto an A-line cut just above the knees. There were no prints or patterns save a well-expressed lace-like design that twirled around the hem of the skirt.
So there we were, three girls dressed for a casual party a church friend organised [I was the worse-for-wear in t-shirt, cardigan, slacks and sneakers], making rather audible sounds upon spotting gorgeous dress.
Wah!!! That's a really pretty dress! It looks fantastic!
We did this all the way from 8 metres away till we passed the couple.
And the silly male partner of the lady began to protectively put his arm around her shoulders and say - I know, she is very pretty!
Erm we were talking about the dress. And yes she is attractive. But hey, we're girls, and most absolutely straight!
Oh but if what you really wanted was for us to say your girlfriend is attractive, just be obvious, we would not have declined the invitation. ^^
