I'm so sorry
So, I manage to cut through the social anxiety.

I've got her number.

She agrees to come back to mine for 'a little bit of privacy' whilst her mates waited for her at the club.

We're on my bed, tearing each other's clothes off.

Now, time for a bit of 'Q&A':

Did I forget to have any condoms?
Did I fail to get it up even when she said 'no bother, I'll just have to go down on you instead' (HER ACTUAL WORDS)?
Did she fall off the bed as she moved to do some kind of routine to 'get me going' (her words again)?
Did she crack her head on the wardrobe as she fell off?
Did she proceed to vomit everywhere?
Did the bog seat smack her on the nose after I'd managed to haul her half-naked semi-unconscious body to the toilet to save the mess?
Did this mean she'd become a bloodied, panda eyed, crying, vomiting, complete car-crash of a woman?
Did I escort her back to the club?
Did her mates threaten to call the police after I'd returned her looking like what can only be described as a victim of domestic violence?
Did this whole farce fire me back into the socially-impaired class of human beings?

Yes. Oh yes.

The best thing about it, I called her the next day to see if she fancied 'trying again sometime'.

The response was, shall we say, lacking.
(scentless_apprentice takes two bottles into the shower!, Sat 30 Aug 2008, 10:42, 3 replies)

This cannot be true....
Can it?
( girlinthehole, Sat 30 Aug 2008, 10:50, closed)

Yes
This is oh so very true.
(scentless_apprentice takes two bottles into the shower!, Sat 30 Aug 2008, 10:52, closed)

Maybe it was a sign...
that she had aids and you weren't to shag her. Then again the vomiting and unconsciousness wouldn't have stopped me. By the way...lol pwnd
(chrisdood Why yes, I am the shizzle, Sat 30 Aug 2008, 11:06, closed)