There were many, many more stories I could have told
and most of them were more truly innapropriate, and more juicy, but my friends read the qotw all the time and as I begin to post here from now on I'm pretty sure they'll figure out who I am. Anyway, while it's not so innapropriate, this story is just much sweeter, atleast for me.

One time when I was 13/14 my family took me on a trip to the UK(I live in Australia). We had been to London, and were now in the final two days of our stay in Ireland, one of the best places in the world. Anyway, we went to this pizza restaraunt, and during this entire trip I was probably at the peak of my way too horny for no reason phase that teenage boys go through. Anyway, two of the waitresses were really, really hot, and sooo friendly, I kept thinking to myself how great it'd be if they wanted me and, for a few seconds almost thinking that they did, before reminding myself as sternly as I possibly could that I was a hormonal pimply gross 13 yr old stranger who had barely even spoken two words to either of them so how could this possibly be the case.

Anyway, for some reason despite this logic and rationality, I just had this intense feeling that I and one of the two beauties in particular(the slightly older looking one about 16-17) had just shared a wonderful night and that we were close friends or something. So when we were leaving I felt like I should say goodbye.

She stood near the stairs, beautiful as ever and I nervously hummed and hawed about whether I should say goodbye, I think she may even have seen me. Finally I decided I was being stupid, and there was no reason why I should do this because there was no way that the feelings were mutual and like I said, I was a pimply little kid who'd barely spoken to her, and she was probably like 17 or something to by the looks of her. As I was leaving, she ran to the door and said "wait! Don't you want to say goodbye to me?" and something else as well that really shook me to the core with its kindness but I've since forgotten what it was. I hurriedly mumbled some form of goodbye whilst trying to retain my ultra cool, disinterested form that I had kept up so well all night the way only a nervours 13year old can and left as my family trudged off completely unnoticing.

From that moment on and even still; I practically fell in love with this girl, our love was sweet, short lived and confusing hehe but man man oh man, miss 17 or so years old Irish waitress woman, I miss you still, even though it's been about 7 years. Someday we'll meet again and you can melt me with that incredibly cute accent.

Of course its entirely possible she's just a friendly person, or that the store encourages them to say goodbye to customers, but well you'd just have to have been there, ah 'twas young love in blossom.

oh yeah btw POP, umm length, girth and all that guff.
(StumpsForArms&NoEyebrows, Sat 30 Sep 2006, 5:48, Reply)