Krazy K
This story slipped my mind, but it’s well deserving of posterity.
At my birthday drinks, for some reason the talk got around to the three things I wanted to do once I knew I was leaving America, before I left. A sort of a ‘last chance’ thing, although I knew I’d be going back several times.
1. Sleep with an American bloke.
2. Visit Chinatown.
3. Visit Little Italy.
I said that I had achieved 2 and 3, but 1 had eluded me.
Krazy K’s response was, “That’s good though, it’s much better to keep yourself pure.”
You could hear the jaws as they hit the ground.
I just laughed. “Bit late for that, Krazy K. Besides, I said I hadn’t slept with an American bloke, I didn’t say I hadn’t slept with anyone.”
Bless her and her innocent ways.
Blimey. Pure? What’s that?