Underage chav pissheads
Out with a mate a while back, we both pulled a pair of cousins. My mate was already seeing someone, but thought it'd be rude to say no, so we both spent the evening getting a bit of finger action.

I text the one I met and arrange a date to see the new exercise movie Pilates of the Caribbean. She asks if we can double date, and although my mate referred to the cousin as 'a fucking right munter', he agreed for the sake of me not being single.

Get to the cinema. Buy tickets. Buy popcorn. Meet women. All going fine so far.

We sit to watch the film, arranged as me, my date, mate, his date, empty seat, aisle. 5 minutes in my date needs the toilet, and drags her mate along. They come back, but somethings different. I can't quite place it. Then I realise. The seating order is now me, empty seat, my mate, his date, my date aisle. Now I'll admit that, true to form for any self-respecting male, my interpretation of female body language may be somewhat flawed, but I saw this as a potential negative. Add to this the fact that the film was utter shite, and my mate had his tongue down the throat of the 'fucking munter', and you see that this date wasn't ideal.

End result? I walk out 30 minutes into the film. My mate follows me 10 minutes later, manages to blag a refund on the tickets, and we go to the pub and get severely pissed. At this point my date texts me to inform me that they're both 15.

Actually, that date sounds a lot worse without that last paragraph. Never mind.
(bblgoose, Mon 25 Oct 2004, 16:50, Reply)