Flirting
Do you flirt with check-out girls just for the heck of it? Are you a check-out girl and flirt with sad-looking middle-aged men for fun? Are you Vernon Kay? Tell us about flirting triumphs and disasters
Thanks to Che Grimsdale for the suggestion
( , Thu 18 Feb 2010, 13:00)
Do you flirt with check-out girls just for the heck of it? Are you a check-out girl and flirt with sad-looking middle-aged men for fun? Are you Vernon Kay? Tell us about flirting triumphs and disasters
Thanks to Che Grimsdale for the suggestion
( , Thu 18 Feb 2010, 13:00)
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Shop-girl! Sexy! Death! Resolve!
There's a girl called Carly working in my local corner shop. She's 19, short, slim, with a front and rear view that makes me smile. She's pretty too, pleasant and all-round cute. I've been speaking to her for ages, and now we exchange little gifts (sweets, mainly) and a lot of chat. I know she has a boyfriend who thinks he's a badman, but I don't care about that. She and I have been getting friendly and I thought it was just a nice little bit of fun but I'm now picking up clear signals she likes me too. I'm finding myself tongue-tied, although when her colleague said I'd been looking for her all night, I corrected her and told her I'd been looking for her all my life. She smiled and stroked her hair. I've been trying to build up enough confidence to ask her out for ages.
This weekend has been a bad one. On Friday I had a diarrhoea incident worthy of a lengthy post in its' own right, involving as it did a sprint, begging for a toilet key in a coffee shop and making it to the toilet in time to drop my trousers but without sufficient time to sit down. The upshot was that I coated the seat, cistern and wall with slurry. Very smelly, very nasty and, when told properly, very funny.
On Saturday I woke at 8. I had 29 missed calls from my best mate. I called him back straight away and was told his missus, a close friend of mine, was dead. I sprinted to the house and found police everywhere. I was interviewed as I'd been with her a couple of hours before her death. The current situation is that my best mate is suffering badly, and I've lost a really good friend. A young, pretty girl, well brought up, never used drugs, sensible, kind and thoughtful has died at the age of 23. Clearly, this is really bad. There's not a lot of laughing at mine right now.
However, what it means is that later on today, when Carly starts her shift, I 'm going to go in, tell her how I'm feeling and see what happens. Flirting is all well and good, but the end product would be (will be) brilliant. Life's short, I don't want to miss out on anything.
And she is so sexy. Perfect bum, lovely boobs, flat tummy, pretty, nice smile... Hell, there's no time to waste!
EDIT - It was her day off. Wonderful.
( , Sun 21 Feb 2010, 13:36, 6 replies)
There's a girl called Carly working in my local corner shop. She's 19, short, slim, with a front and rear view that makes me smile. She's pretty too, pleasant and all-round cute. I've been speaking to her for ages, and now we exchange little gifts (sweets, mainly) and a lot of chat. I know she has a boyfriend who thinks he's a badman, but I don't care about that. She and I have been getting friendly and I thought it was just a nice little bit of fun but I'm now picking up clear signals she likes me too. I'm finding myself tongue-tied, although when her colleague said I'd been looking for her all night, I corrected her and told her I'd been looking for her all my life. She smiled and stroked her hair. I've been trying to build up enough confidence to ask her out for ages.
This weekend has been a bad one. On Friday I had a diarrhoea incident worthy of a lengthy post in its' own right, involving as it did a sprint, begging for a toilet key in a coffee shop and making it to the toilet in time to drop my trousers but without sufficient time to sit down. The upshot was that I coated the seat, cistern and wall with slurry. Very smelly, very nasty and, when told properly, very funny.
On Saturday I woke at 8. I had 29 missed calls from my best mate. I called him back straight away and was told his missus, a close friend of mine, was dead. I sprinted to the house and found police everywhere. I was interviewed as I'd been with her a couple of hours before her death. The current situation is that my best mate is suffering badly, and I've lost a really good friend. A young, pretty girl, well brought up, never used drugs, sensible, kind and thoughtful has died at the age of 23. Clearly, this is really bad. There's not a lot of laughing at mine right now.
However, what it means is that later on today, when Carly starts her shift, I 'm going to go in, tell her how I'm feeling and see what happens. Flirting is all well and good, but the end product would be (will be) brilliant. Life's short, I don't want to miss out on anything.
And she is so sexy. Perfect bum, lovely boobs, flat tummy, pretty, nice smile... Hell, there's no time to waste!
EDIT - It was her day off. Wonderful.
( , Sun 21 Feb 2010, 13:36, 6 replies)
Wow...
I'm sorry to hear about your loss :(
But do tell us how it turns out with Carly. Good luck!
( , Sun 21 Feb 2010, 14:08, closed)
I'm sorry to hear about your loss :(
But do tell us how it turns out with Carly. Good luck!
( , Sun 21 Feb 2010, 14:08, closed)
Carpe diem.
And so on. The most beautiful thing in the world is not knowing the fear that it will blow up in your face. But why would it?
( , Sun 21 Feb 2010, 21:39, closed)
And so on. The most beautiful thing in the world is not knowing the fear that it will blow up in your face. But why would it?
( , Sun 21 Feb 2010, 21:39, closed)
Chin up,
and good luck. That's harsh news, I hope your friend gets through it.
( , Mon 22 Feb 2010, 10:20, closed)
and good luck. That's harsh news, I hope your friend gets through it.
( , Mon 22 Feb 2010, 10:20, closed)
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