i can only hail a cab from inside another cab. metaphorically speaking.
For some reason, i seem to be rather good at flirting with women, but ONLY when i'm in a relationship. i think it's because when there's no pressure from my balls to get me some, i relax and act like a regular human being instead of some sweaty leering proto-rapist. i'd equate it to driving long journeys with a couple of bored kids in the back. 'dad are we there yet? when? i need a wee! can i have an ice cream? are we nearly there yet? ad nauseum.. makes me distracted and more likely to utter retarded sentences, the sort of thing i can't even bring myself to fabricate for the sake of an anecdote in the cold sober light of day with a full 8hrs sleep under my belt and empty balls., or miss obvious cues, like 'i've never kissed a guy with a lip ring before ' *pointed look* *pete rambles on oblivious*
THANKFULLY, i met the current gf/fiance while dating another girl, so with the pressure to empty my knackers off, i was able to be witty, charming, slightly edgy and all that shit that women like. i did miss the more subtle clues, but it kinda gave it away when she grabbed my hand, put it on her arse, and said she wanted to fuck me :D thank god she's direct, i was well on my way to munted. i managed to get her number, avoid being a cheating douche, then get rid of the incumbent unsuitable girl in double quick time,(19yr old bellydancer.. easy on the eye but her immaturity and lack of connection with the real world grated on my brain) and we hooked up. now it's 2 and a half odd years in and we're talking about houses and pets and stuff.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Fri 19 Feb 2010, 10:24, Reply)