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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The Neverending Story*
* which ends just below.
When I was nine years old, there was a girl in my year at school called Christina. She was blonde, confident and pretty; I was aiming high. She reminded me of The Childlike Empress from kidflick "The Neverending Story," and she had me captivated the moment I layed eyes on her.
I hatched a plan to express my undying, nine-year old love to this fantastical girl of my dreams. I spent days rehearsing what I was going to say, how I was going to say it, preparing a small gift for her and my reaction when she fell into my arms.
The day of reckoning was upon me, and I arrived at school almost shaking with anticipation of First Break, when my efforts would come to fruition. I sat nervously through the first two lessons, checking the gift was safe in my pocket, and looking through the window to check the weather was just right for my moment, our moment.
First Break broke, and I rushed out to the playground to find Christina, and offer my heart to her. She was there, with her friends across the playground, and I approached with all the grace of a nervous sealion in the midst of an epileptic fit. I wiped my brow as I approached the group, one of her friends nodded towards me and the shining beauty turned around to face me. All the noises of the playground seemed to quiet, the wind dropped, and everything, everything came to this:
"I think I love you. Will you marry me?" I asked, and thrust my hand into my pocket, pulling out the gift I'd spent hours preparing, and offered it to her.
It was a Lego man, on a bed of cotton-wool, in a matchbox.
She took it from me, opened it, and stifled a giggle. She looked at me... looked through me, and said "No."
( , Fri 29 Aug 2008, 20:28, 6 replies)
* which ends just below.
When I was nine years old, there was a girl in my year at school called Christina. She was blonde, confident and pretty; I was aiming high. She reminded me of The Childlike Empress from kidflick "The Neverending Story," and she had me captivated the moment I layed eyes on her.
I hatched a plan to express my undying, nine-year old love to this fantastical girl of my dreams. I spent days rehearsing what I was going to say, how I was going to say it, preparing a small gift for her and my reaction when she fell into my arms.
The day of reckoning was upon me, and I arrived at school almost shaking with anticipation of First Break, when my efforts would come to fruition. I sat nervously through the first two lessons, checking the gift was safe in my pocket, and looking through the window to check the weather was just right for my moment, our moment.
First Break broke, and I rushed out to the playground to find Christina, and offer my heart to her. She was there, with her friends across the playground, and I approached with all the grace of a nervous sealion in the midst of an epileptic fit. I wiped my brow as I approached the group, one of her friends nodded towards me and the shining beauty turned around to face me. All the noises of the playground seemed to quiet, the wind dropped, and everything, everything came to this:
"I think I love you. Will you marry me?" I asked, and thrust my hand into my pocket, pulling out the gift I'd spent hours preparing, and offered it to her.
It was a Lego man, on a bed of cotton-wool, in a matchbox.
She took it from me, opened it, and stifled a giggle. She looked at me... looked through me, and said "No."
( , Fri 29 Aug 2008, 20:28, 6 replies)
I believe!!!
(great, now I've got the theme stuck in my head...)
ah ah aah aha ah...
( , Fri 29 Aug 2008, 22:53, closed)
(great, now I've got the theme stuck in my head...)
ah ah aah aha ah...
( , Fri 29 Aug 2008, 22:53, closed)
Is this true?
If so, it may well be the funniest thing i've ever heard.A Lego man, on a bed of cotton-wool, in a matchbox. What was your little 9 year old head thinking?
( , Mon 1 Sep 2008, 11:27, closed)
If so, it may well be the funniest thing i've ever heard.A Lego man, on a bed of cotton-wool, in a matchbox. What was your little 9 year old head thinking?
( , Mon 1 Sep 2008, 11:27, closed)
100% true I'm afraid
I have no idea what I was thinking - I'd lived a pretty secluded life up to that point so I was very naive. I went out with her sister about ten years later and her whole family teased me about it =o]
( , Mon 1 Sep 2008, 19:02, closed)
I have no idea what I was thinking - I'd lived a pretty secluded life up to that point so I was very naive. I went out with her sister about ten years later and her whole family teased me about it =o]
( , Mon 1 Sep 2008, 19:02, closed)
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