I am utterly shit at asking folk out.
I've got no qualms with talking to the laydeez, and it turns out, I'm fairly charming for someone who has a face resembling a welly boot thats been left next to the fire for too long.

Over my not-so-illustrious career with the fairer sex, most of my relationships have just been fallen into. Back at school, word would get to me on the grapevine of such and such fancying me, giggle, so I'd send word back through a reliable source that it was reciprocated and so it would happen.

In 22 years I think I've only asked the question "Will you go out with me?" maybe twice. Mostly because I dont really like the phrase and think its interminably cheesey. Proper high school stuff.

That being said, the last time I said those words to a girl was a little over 15 months ago, on my 21st birthday and the response was positive. I'm still with the glorious Queen Emma, and if I'm lucky, I'll be with her for a long time to come.

Disclaimer: for charming, read: lucky.
(King of Swandanavia Proud owner of the worlds first Flong, Sun 13 Dec 2009, 15:43, Reply)