There was a girl called Sonoma who looked a bit like a Simpsons character at school. Never one of the popular kids and I can't ever recall talking to her.
A few years after leaving, I was in the Bluebell in Monton at the bar when one of my mates said "Have you seen who it is behind you Kev?" I had a sly gander round and saw this stunner with beautiful legs crossed, as pretty as fuck and a spot on body. I could barely believe it was Sonoma.
Using the very best of my Eccles charm, I worked my way to sitting next to her and bought her a drink. She was delighted that I was paying her attention and we quickly arranged a date the next week. I was really turning on the charm. I didn't push my look by trying to have a feel or asking for a kiss because she was already in the bag and I wanted her to consider me to be a real considerate chap.
Numerous drinks later when she was leaving for town with her mates, I walked outside with her whilst their taxi came. I pecked her on the cheek and said I was looking forward to our date but needed her number to arrange it properly.
At this point, her mood changed. "Why the fuck would I give my number to someone who completely ignored me for 5 years at school? Thanks for the drinks, bye!"
She must have been a lesbian or something.
