Well it was not about asking out........

Well it was not about asking out butt… Its long, but cathartic so please bear with me.

Anyway when I was younger and at Uni we used to practice debate in a proper association with competitions and all that. At one national debate competition I spotted a very nice girl, blonde, curly hair, minion and all that (also the rare smart type, I discover later). So I ask my friend Y: who’s the girl? Don’t bother he answers. Why? It’s X’s. X being another good friend of ours (with a proper mad gf back home). I tried to get her attention but didn’t work the way I hoped. So last day, in a hurry to catch the bus I drag X out of her bed. Nice view.
Fast forward six months, another competition. Is she coming, I ask? Yes. Up we go, me and Y.

This was not planed.
First evening (or the second, couldn’t tell), huge amount of vodka+tonic drink from a vase in Y’s room. Said girl was in a room with another girl, which Y wanted to take care of. Y was in room with another mate and I was in a third room. The bloke who was supposed to share the room with Y got sleepy and went to sleep in my room. Y started kissing and hugging with the second girl, room colleague of the girl I fancied. Then it hit me. I propose that we go out and leave the two alone to enjoy the rest of the night. And since I don’t have a place to crash anymore it is obvious that I should sleep in her colleague’s bed, in her room. Being a bit under the influence she agrees. So we get in the respective room, and she goes to the bathroom the change.

I was left alone. The room has two separate beds and I’m thinking how the hell m I going to do something under the circumstances without being obvious on my intentions. So then I proceed to move the furniture in order to have the beds together. It has never occur to me that I cannot be more obvious than that. Said and done. She come out of the bathroom (wearing a shirt and panties) and is a bit stunned by the new arrangement. I move the beds in order to have more space I mumble. She looks and me and reluctantly says: ok. The rest is history, we been together for 3 years. The of course she moved to some other country (fucking Italians).
X friend had a smile when I told him what and how happened and we went for drinks.

So it wasn’t exactly about asking out but about moving in. It always makes me smile remembering how silly I must have looked after moving the furniture. Happy days!

rhatanu hates to grow up!
(rhatanu, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 15:17, 6 replies)

A nice story
But why do people try and change all the names for letters, makes it a challenge to follow who is who and where they are. Please, just use names - fake ones are fine.
( gareth_alien will be human again at, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 16:40, closed)

Mmm, I had to give up.
I had no idea who was doing what and there was X's and Y's all over the place.
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 17:01, closed)

It's like
sexual algebra...
(Dr Teeth Who asked you, you fuckin' hobbit?, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 19:47, closed)

I got lost
before the first letter......
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 20:46, closed)

ok ok
I shall listen to the first reply and use names.

The story is true and I apologies if it wasn't clear.next one will be better..
(rhatanu, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 22:06, closed)

Click!
( waffle1 is lurking on, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 4:52, closed)