A girlfriend from high school...
I was actually quite smooth this one time, which is odd, because normally when I talk to ladies I have all the conversational grace of an ADHD child with a mouth full of burning glue. I was fifteen, spotty and not terribly hot, but I was getting on well with a young lady named Anna. She was posh, we met a few times through a friend, we ended up in Starbucks on the sofa. During a conversation in which she was described as "mad", I looked her in the eyes and slipped in with "are you mad enough to go out with me?". She smiled back and asked "are you mad enough to ask?". It was cute.

It lasted a month. I dumped her because she looked like a man and dressed worse than anyone you or I will ever meet. Shallow? Perhaps, but I didn't like people mistaking her for my brother.
(StapMyVitals wouldn't mind a bit of that, Thu 10 Dec 2009, 23:31, 1 reply)

Your...
screening process leaves much to be desired...hehe, when I went out with a she-man, at least it was by choice.
(OMG-Hilarious, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 8:20, closed)