Generally
I've been quite good with the ladies over the years.

I've never really gone for the "asking out" approach. If there's a girl I like the look of I just talk to her and treat her like it's a done deal that before the night is out we're going to be making the beast with two backs.

The current Mrs dchurch was pulled in this way.

I was at the pub, and this vision of beauty was working behind the bar. She was 18, I was ahem, a little older. I heard the landlady come down the stairs and ask her if she wouldn't mind taking her dog for a walk as it wasn't busy and she (the landlady) wasn't feeling all that good (another hangover no doubt). I heard her say "of course" and started to get her coat on and get the dog.

She walked out the door, at which point I shouted after her that I was coming along too. She looked a little bemused, but said "errr...ok."

We walk about 400 yards and find ourselves in a little alleyway leading to the beach. It was here that I gently yet forecfully (I know that sounds slightly oxymoronic) pushed her up against the fence and started kissing her. I then told her that my house wasn't far and we should walk in that direction. She insisted that this wasn't going to be the case, and feigned suprise when a few short minutes later we were indeed outside my house.

We walk inside, the dog sits on the floor.

I picked her up (no, not the dog), carried her to the bedroom and...well, you know the rest. If that bloody dog hadn't kept interupting every 30 seconds, I'm pretty sure we'd have been there all afternoon and she'd almost certainly have lost her job (which she did in the most spectacular way about a year later, but that's for another QoTW I should think)!

Still, come January we'd have been together for three years, and yesterday I bought an engagement ring.

Chat up lines? Pah - who needs 'em?
(dchurch bah, Sat 12 Dec 2009, 10:17, 1 reply)

:-o
You magnificent bastard!

Stones of steel, that man. Stones of steel.
(PerspexAvenger, Sat 12 Dec 2009, 19:12, closed)