when i was around 17 or so
i pulled a girl in a rubbish club called The Warehouse in Glasgow. Her name was Dawn. Looker too. I remember that much. Quirkily she even had the same birthday as me - how we laughed! I remember that well.

What i can't remember is what i said to her that charmed her so well.

And it must have been good. Bloody good. I remember breaking away from Deep Snog - that jaw aching esophageal snog that only teenagers practice. I had to, otherwise it would have been her tonsils rather than her shoulder that copped the sudden vomit.

I remember being even more surprised returning from the toilets to find her still sitting there. God knows how she got the vomit off. Amazingly she was happy to continue snogging me with my beer/vomit breath.

But I still cant for the life of me remember how i chatted her up.

Must have been bloody good though.
(omnishambles ™ has been fucking things up big style since, Sun 13 Dec 2009, 20:48, 1 reply)

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(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 8:14, closed)