I had the lucky, lucky position of sharing a house with an attractive, female student genuinely studying to become a masseuse.
So, willingly, I would play the victim upon whom she practiced.

This girl was a complete bloody hippy - lentils, paganism, aura, saving the planet - the lot. She was actually lovely, though - slightly hard, and - oddly - not really that airy-fairy (even over the obvious).

Of course, as students, we smoked a huge amount of hashish.

After one massage, we sat and smoked a strong joint, and she said "What shall we do now?"

"Now", I said, in my lowest, cheesiest voice, and adopting my cheesiest look-into-my-eyes stance, which invariably gets a laugh, followed by a slap if I keep it up, "We go to my bedroom ... for hot lurrrve ... "

"Oh - OK then." she said.

"Erm ... no, H, I was joking ..." I said.

"Oh - OK then." she said.

Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 9:18, 2 replies)

I bet
she was into some crazy bendy type of yoga as well...I know the type. Definately a missed experience, should of tried it on again!!
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 13:32, closed)

Touche
Ha ha ha ha ha ha. D'oh!
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Tue 28 Sep 2010, 14:26, closed)