I am utterly crap at asking women out.
Have been ever since I was a mere Prince of Swandanavia.

My last girlfriend sort of just happened (both times we were together, I'm not sure anything was said, but the lengths of time were 7 and 10 months with a gap of 3 years or so.)

My current squeeze(©: any tabloid newspaper ever) is a delightful young girl named Emma. Just turned 19, and for whatever reason, thinks the world of me. I met her when I was drunk a, and she was sober, so she has seen Drunk Garry&trade and didnt mind. I spent all day today with her at a museum, vaguely wandering around and just talking with her.

Anyone who knows me knows I'm horrifically shy with the better half of the species, and I struggle to talk to girls for any prolonged length of time. Neither one of us was at a loss for something to talk about, and it was amazing.

None of the classic questions have been asked regarding a relationship, but its blossoming nicely, and I've never been happier. She's fairly posh (especially in comparison to my own scumbag upbringing) and I love the fact that she is more than willing to slum it at my level because (in her rough words, complete with added paraphrasing!) I make her smile and smiling makes her happy.

What more could I ask for?

King Garry I of Swandanavia may have found a Queen, and her name is Emma.
(King of Swandanavia Proud owner of the worlds first Flong, Sun 31 Aug 2008, 0:34, Reply)