Kick back
The young me was working in a clothes shop and saw a stunning tall willowy brunette girl walk past and immediately fell in love. One of the girls that worked there egged me on to go chase her and say hello, I argued that it was a waste of time but their insistence boosted my confidence. 'Women love impulsive men' sez she.

Right I will do it.

Run out the front door. Fuck! Where is she? Run left down the street. See daffodils growing by side of road grab a handful and keep running.

Eventually see her and chase her down.

She turns and looks even more beautiful than I thought she was.

I hold out the flowers, smile and say 'these are for you'.

She looks me in the eye and says with such venom "fuck off you smarmy wanker".

So I did, tail between legs back to the inevitable 'what happened...' at work.

Now if you look at how I met my other half (posted below) I was a total drunken twat yet ended up with her; but when I behaved in what I thought was a romantic way I get full on abuse and my ego-bollocks crushed.

Years later still none the wiser - if any of you young people want advise don't ask me.
(Tugnut I got them all..., Wed 3 Sep 2008, 16:11, Reply)