Justified & Ancient
- Mar 17, 2014
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I met my husband because I was being chatted up by this quite nice looking bloke - and I would have gone for it - but he mentioend he'd take me out on his Morgan. I panicked, thinking a Morgan must be a motorbike and so let another one at the same pub table chat me up instead and agreed to go out with him next weekend, purely to not have to go out with the other bloke, so I wouldn't have to "go on" his Morgan. Was gutted when I found out it was a vintage car thing not a motorbike at all. I'd have said yes, if I'd thought it wasn't a bike.
Still, husband did manage to get off with me - but only because I didn't know a car from a motorbike.