A mountain to climb

I took up a beginners climbing course the other day and was dead pleased to find that not only did my course only have one other person on it, that other person was female and a babe.

After a couple of hours of course, I thought we were getting on quite well and that maybe I could stand a chance next week. I made her smile and everything.

It was only when I got down the pub I realised that I had been wearing my T-shirt back to front the whole time and that she was most likely laughing at me in pity.

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