To the blonde lady I met on the Newmarket races bus... I'm still kicking myself for not getting your number, and I'd like to see you again.
To the blonde lady I met on the Newmarket races bus... I went looking for you again before and after the last race. I'm kicking myself that I didn't ask for your (mum's?) phone number. If you see this, I hope you'll get in touch, and let me take you out for a drink.
