Phuct - The Bristol Bierkeller
More nightclubs than chatting up, as I don't remember what I said to seal the deal, but anyway:

I was a first year computer science student, metaller, with elbow-length hair. I'd been at university for a couple of months and the novelty of a new metal club hadn't worn down yet. Even though the mixing was terrible and they had a talent for making snakebites that made you want to hurl after half a pint.

I espy a tall blonde thing dancing with a few friends, and being somewhat the worse for wear I decided I could go over and talk to her. A few minutes later we're on one of the benches off to the side of the dancefloor "enjoying eachother's company". She turns out to be (or at least, claimed to be) a student nurse, from Oslo originally, and 22 years old.

Naturally, I was well chuffed.

After a little while we decide it's time for a drink, so head over to the bar to get more of the aforementioned snakebites (free shot with each pint). It is at this point that a bloke comes up to her that she obviously recognises, her boyfriend as it turns out. He looks me up and down, and comes out with this:

"Dream on, she wouldn't look twice at you"




I went off to wash my hands and spend the rest of the week chuckling to myself.
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