This all took place last summer in London, when I was going out with a sweet guy called Pete. He was really nice, and although we eventuality went our separate ways, there were no hard feelings and I still see him occasionally. But that’s not really important to what I’m going to tell you about. Unlike most of my other stories, this is all true – for once, I’ve resisted the temptation to let my dirty mind go off on any flights of fantasy.
Anyway, it was Pete’s birthday, and I offered to treat him to lunch in Richmond, followed by a stroll in the park. For those of you who don’t know it, Richmond is one of the poshest and most expensive areas of London, right out on the western side, by the River Thames. As well as some really nice shops and restaurants (of the sort students like me can’t really afford to visit), it has a beautiful deer park which also has the great advantage of being free.