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?
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chthonic, Thu 28 Aug 2008, 17:32)
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Just rub it in their face.A friend of mine a few months back decided to go out on the pull in a trendy London nightclub. Despite being your generic asian chick, she's not the greatest looker in the world and has her fair share of mental issues and insecurities.
Needless to say, she finally suckered up some courage and went looking for a man. After a string of guys on the dancefloor rejected her, she spots a decent-looking chap and so makes her move.
Bodies are rubbing together, booze is flowing, music is pumping, you get the general idea here. All's getting flirty for a fair amount of time until the bloke does the honest thing and whispers in her ear:
"I've got a fiancee you know"
"Don't worry, I won't tell her"
So they retreat back to her flat for a night of rampant bodily fluid exchange. Come the morning after, and the hangover-ridden gentleman understandably feels like crap. Rather than keeping things on the hush, my mate decides to wake up, look him square in the face and mutter the immortal line:
"You're a bastard, you know that?"
He's single. She's single. The fiancee is single. C'est la vie.
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