They were like chalk and cheese.  Paul met Jackie at a music festival. He and his pals were squelching around in the muck when she slipped in front of them and he came to her rescue.  His friends stood by laughing.  There she was, her black hair in a ponytail, wearing a yellow mini skirt skin tight top and yellow wellies to match, when suddenly she slipped and fell spread-eagled in the dirt.  Paul stretched out his hand to help her up.  “I can manage” she said with a look of disgust on her face. She couldn’t get her balance, and eventually but unwillingly took his hand.  He wiped his own hands in his jeans, and picked up her handbag.  As she fumbled around for tissues, getting more dirt on herself from her bag, he handed her his handkerchief.  She looked a sorry sight.  The lads fell silent but kept their distance.  “What are you lot looking at?” she yelled at them.  Paul still wanted to help and offered to buy her a drink.  “I can’t go anywhere looking like this” she said, like it was his fault, and stormed off.

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