Buster has a girlfriend. Sort of.
What happens is, we take him to the pub or a neighbouring town or somewhere else. And if on one of these jaunts he's spied by his lovely pal Lola, she stomps across to him, plants a hand on each side of his face and kisses him enthusiastically for quite some time. Then she smiles at him and walks away. No words are exchanged. Buster usually emerges from the encounter looking fairly bemused. Occasionally there's a shy, little smile on his face. Once he asked afterwards: Is Lola my girlfriend now?
It probably won't be a lasting relationship, but for now an occasional, sloppy kiss in public seems to be sufficient for both of them. Aw.
8 comments:
Aw, bless. What a beautiful story. And they say romance is dead. Tsk.
Big awww!
Aww, that is so lovely.
xxPat
Hi Shirley, Casdok, Pat - there's definitely an element of raw romance about it - Lola's bewitched, and Buster's a bit bothered and very bewildered. I'm not buying the hat just yet.
Lovely. Long may it continue!
It's looking good so far, Womag!
Good for them!
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