I like women, I love women: I want her!

A friend of mine come over to Bucharest last weekend. We did as we always do, and said we’d have a quite one. Around 8.00pm we headed out to check out the London Pup, a large establishment out of town a bit that has a huge permanent sign over the door saying “Party animals welcome”. The bar fit for a rugby club. ‘Ah’ my friend said on entering it ‘ there is no one here’ I have lived abroad for 7 years now and I still suffer from the licensing law habit of the first world war and feel I need to have filled my boots by 11.00pm. We sat at the bar and as I had an important meeting the next day, I ordered mineral water. My friend spotted a bottle of Rum above the bar and ended up ordering some sort of a cocktail in English, to a guy who spoke only Romanian. We caught up on what was happening in our lives and the time flyed by. A young woman wearing a pair of tartan shorts that stopped a few centimetres below her perfectly shaped butt walked in and sat on a bar stool near to us. My friend could not help but notice her ‘… and so um yeah, work is going well and..’ The woman heard us speaking and eventually asked ‘ unde este?’ ‘ We are from London’ I said It appeared to be the magic word as her reply was ‘ I cannot hear you from here, I will come and sit in between you both’. Our conversation changed from family and...