This is getting to be a habit

It is becoming a habit going out with Plumber.

I have told about our fourth date together, earlier this week we had our 5th date wich is date 7 in total but hold on I have not included my date with Thomas so really this is date 8.

Last weeked Plumber had invited me along to a gig that the band he works with were due to play in one of the local villages but just as I was about to set off he told me that the gig had been cancelled. He wanted to see me on Sunday evening instead but I didn't hear from him all day until the early hours when he apologised for not being in contact.

On Monday I text him to see if he would be working late, he wasn't so we decided to go for a drink. When he collected me he asked if I had ever been to the pub with no name. I hadn't a clue where he was talking about. He drove out of town along a familiar road. I kept expecting that we would soon arrive at this pub (which is now called The White Horse). We seemed to be driving for ages, we had long since gone further than I was familiar with. Making our way along the Meon Valley travelling ever north. Eventually we turned into a smaller lane for a few miles before arriving at a quaint country pub complete with duck pond on the edge of the car park.

We sat drinking our South African merlot in a bar that appeared to be in a time warp. We were both interested in the price list hung on the wall by our table. Between us we worked out that it must have been from the early 1970s. It couldn't have been earlier because it was in £ and p not £ s d as it would have been pre decimalisation in 1972. But it couldn't have been much later as the prices were so low. I don't remember any drink (pint of beer or spirit) being more than 29p most were in the 23p -26p price range.

Once we had finished our drinks Plumber decided to show me another pub he knew on the way back home. It was around 10pm by this time but as we drove along it soon became evident that country pubs shut early these days, we passed pub after pub that was already in darkness. The pub he wanted to show me was also in darkness as we passed. Finally we managed to find a pub that was open, the same place we had enjoyed a meal a few weeks ago. There were very few people in the bar, the restaurant already closed. We found a table in a secluded corner where we could sit in relative privacy. Even at one point with my legs resting across his lap as he marvelled at how smooth my naked legs were below my black lacy skirt.

After being kicked out at closing time we drove back home where we sat snogging for a few minutes. But Unfortunately my bladder cut short our kissing when I had to make a run for my house.

For this date I wore a black top under a scarlet jacket, black skirt and scarlet shoes.