Thread: He was the sort of man ...

He was the sort of man who made love with his socks on.

He was the sort of man who regularly bought fruit and watched it go soft.

He was the sort of man who slept on top of the blankets, so that the bed would be easier to make in the morning.

He was the sort of man who regularly bought soft fruit in order to save money.

To me soft fruit means things like strawberries and raspberries rather than hard fruit like apples or oranges. Over-ripe maybe?

I had to use the word "soft" to follow you.

You follow me? I'm honoured.

He was the sort of man who had followers,

well, maybe not that honoured.

He was the sort of man who occasionally wore clothes of the most appalling taste in order to see who would compliment him.

He was the sort of man who hid under the table when the phone rang.

He was the sort of man that made women cringe deep inside.

He was the sort of man who knew how to make a bar of soap last.

Originally Posted by The Backward OX

I had to use the word "soft" to follow you.

That should read "I chose to use the word ..." If I could acquire followers that easily I would form The Church of Olly and hold a collection.

Originally Posted by Olly Buckle

He was the sort of man who knew how to make a bar of soap last.

He was the sort of man who made dreadful jokes, like:

First Sailor (scrubbing deck of HMS Discovery): "Where's the soap?"

Second Sailor: "Yes."

He was the sort of man who talked to people he knew at parties.

He was the sort of man who, with his garrulous great-aunt Matilda, would gate-crash a party of strangers, introduce her* to a vapid-looking artsy type, and then leave.

*"This is Matilda. I'm sure you'll have lots in common. Toodle-pip."