Stay calm and concentrate.
I'd been quietly ogling her from the other side of the room for a couple of weeks now, and it had taken me nearly as long to grow the balls to ask her out.
As I walked across the room I toyed with two possible sentences: "Do you want to meet me for a drink some time?" and "Do you want to go out on the piss?".
I'm getting nearer, and my lust-addled panic-stricken mind still hasn't decided.
Closer, closer, out on the piss or meet for a drink, out on the piss or meet for a drink, out on the...
Too late. She's right there, right in front of me, she grins, says hi, plays with her hair, do it! Now's the time! Say it! Say something! Say anything! Don't just stand there!!
"Uhh. Hey, look, I've got Friday off, I wondered if you wanted to meet me, maybe we could go for a piss together?"
Imagine my desperate cheesy grin.
Imagine her look of confusion.
Imagine the look on my face as I replay my sentence in my head.
Imagine me slowly realising that she thinks I'm a piss fetishist.
...
Imagine my surprise upon discovering that some girls really do like a GSOH.
(Paolo Nutini's Bikini Better than Frederick Fleet's optometrist, Thu 10 Dec 2009, 12:52, 4 replies)

Hooray!
At least it didn't blow up in your face.

I saw it coming but I still laughed, have a click.
(ConanTroutman thought we would free the vulture, Thu 10 Dec 2009, 13:13, closed)

i like
this
(jennymnemonic, Thu 10 Dec 2009, 15:45, closed)

What
Watersports?
(Kip, Thu 10 Dec 2009, 17:45, closed)

PISS IN MY FACE

(Corbo, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 12:27, closed)