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again, but at the last moment finally redeemed myself
     Robert Vaughn-style and asked her if she wanted to… was free to… didn’t mind… had nothing better to do… was bored… stuck…
     etc… for a drink one night?
    ‘Um…’ she’d ummed, looking none too sold on the idea, so I’d braced myself for the inevitable ‘see the thing is…’ schtick
     and even started nodding magnanimously like I was well aware of what ‘the thing’ was. But then Charley pulled the rug from
     beneath my feet and said, ‘Yes, OK, then. That would be nice.’
    Yes?
    OK, then?
    That would be nice?
    Did I hear her right? Well, yes, I’d heard the words but I was worldly enough to know that while ‘no’ always meant ‘no’ from
     a girl, ‘yes’ didn’t necessarily come with the same twenty-eight-day money-back guarantees. I’d learned this from bitter experience
     when I’d asked this girl out a few times a couple of years back. I was working on this site down in Sutton – starter homes
     mostly, one- and two-bedroom maisonettes and flats – when this girl moved into one of the first places to be completed. She
     was as pretty as a pay packet and used to cause quite a stir when she stepped out for work in her clean and crisp business
     suit in the mornings. Don’t get me wrong, none of us were ever rude to her or nothing. We just knew her to say good morning
     to and speculate about behind her back.
    Anyway, after a few months me and Jason were sent off from the main gang around the back of her block to build a little retaining
     wall for the top soil. Miss Business Suit must’ve had that same week off because she was around most days. I guess it was
     a little less intimidating there being only the two of us in her back garden because she used to come out, chat to us and
     bring us cups of tea from time to time. And I must say she was even lovelier up close than she looked from thirty feet away
     in the gables. Nice girl too. Very friendly, bright and smart. A real distraction. That wall took longer to build than Hadrian’s.
    Anyway, to cut a long story ever so slightly shorter, eventually (when Jason had sloped off to the sweet shop) I managed to
     get around to asking her out. She’d said, ‘Yeah, definitely, we must some time,’ and nodded enthusiastically.
    Now I’m no language expert but that sounded like a ‘yes’ to me so I allowed myself to feel all chipper and smug and even told
     Jason about it when he got back with the choc ices. Jason asked me when my date was but we hadn’t quite agreed that much yet
     so I had to go back and ask her out again, this time with a few of the specifics nailed down.
    Unfortunately, I didn’t see again her for the next few days so I was forced to take the bull by the horns and knock on her
     door. Miss Business Suit answered with her usual smile, so I asked her if she was free at all this week.
    As it turned out, she wasn’t and blow me if she wasn’t busy at the weekend too.
    ‘Oh well, perhaps some time next week, then?’ I relented.
    ‘Yes, definitely,’ she’d replied, so I’d gone back and told Jason that we were going out the following week.
    ‘When?’ the annoying bastard had asked me again.
    Anyway, the following week came and went without so much as a sighting, so I was forced to stow my hopes away for another
     long weekend and even found myself looking forward to getting back to work the following Monday so that I could see Miss Business
     Suit again and get our date sorted.
    Unfortunately, I still kept on missing her so eventually I went around and knocked on her door again. I knocked on three separate
     occasions but she was never in. I even considered hanging around for her after work, but I ruled that one out because I didn’t
     want to look like a stalking fruity sex-case and I also wanted to get home for my dinner.
    Eventually, I saw her a few days later when I was working in a footing with the rest of the gang, but I didn’t say anything