Will you go out with me?
"Bloody Kraut, a" asks, "How did you get your current flame to go out with you? If they turned you down, how bad was it?"
Was it all romantic? Or were the beer goggles particularly strong that night?
( , Thu 28 Aug 2008, 17:32)
"Bloody Kraut, a" asks, "How did you get your current flame to go out with you? If they turned you down, how bad was it?"
Was it all romantic? Or were the beer goggles particularly strong that night?
( , Thu 28 Aug 2008, 17:32)
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you!
Years of a crippling lack of self confidence were pushed aside as, for a few brief seconds, bravery carried me towards her.
Adrenaline was flowing through my veins as I caught her eye and smiled.
"what do you call a twenty stone penguin?", I asked, smiling in the knowledge that a cheesy line would make her smile.
In my mind it would be a perfect opening, and my nerves would see me carry on chatting.
"I've no idea." she'd reply, smiling but slightly confused.
"me neither," I'd grin, "but it breaks the ice! My.name's Dan..." and we'd chat away.
What I'd failed to take into account was that women can be bastards.
"what do you call a twenty stone penguin?" I asked, smiling.
A look of what can only be described as apathy fell across her face as her eyes scanned me from head to toe, before witheringly replying:
"I don't know... You?", turning her back to me as she finished the sentence.
Cow.
( , Fri 29 Aug 2008, 13:26, 4 replies)
Years of a crippling lack of self confidence were pushed aside as, for a few brief seconds, bravery carried me towards her.
Adrenaline was flowing through my veins as I caught her eye and smiled.
"what do you call a twenty stone penguin?", I asked, smiling in the knowledge that a cheesy line would make her smile.
In my mind it would be a perfect opening, and my nerves would see me carry on chatting.
"I've no idea." she'd reply, smiling but slightly confused.
"me neither," I'd grin, "but it breaks the ice! My.name's Dan..." and we'd chat away.
What I'd failed to take into account was that women can be bastards.
"what do you call a twenty stone penguin?" I asked, smiling.
A look of what can only be described as apathy fell across her face as her eyes scanned me from head to toe, before witheringly replying:
"I don't know... You?", turning her back to me as she finished the sentence.
Cow.
( , Fri 29 Aug 2008, 13:26, 4 replies)
Just think that any girl that can be that rude isn't worth getting to know.
It's their way of telling you, 'get the hell away from me because I'm a bitch'.
( , Fri 29 Aug 2008, 14:06, closed)
It's their way of telling you, 'get the hell away from me because I'm a bitch'.
( , Fri 29 Aug 2008, 14:06, closed)
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