An Unexpected Invitation
I'd been chatting to a woman on the internet (a real one - she'd sent pictures which weren't stolen from facebook, or taken at an the only angle from which she looked vaguely human). We'd discovered a lot in common - both from the same area of the UK, similar sense of humour, both enjoyed writing - and I was enjoying our chats.

But I was completely surprised when I got a phone call from her, totally out of the blue - I hadn't given her my number, she'd tracked me down. That's not too stalkerish, it was my work number so easy to find.

She was slightly drunk, and I could hear friends in the background egging her on. The content of the conversation was, basically, "How soon can you get here and shag me?".

Unfortunately, "here" was about 8 time-zones away. Arsebiscuits.

We did eventually meet up, when we both happened to be passing through the same city at the same time, but that was some months later and we'd both managed to get engaged in the meantime. So I missed out on a total shagfest, simply because I didn't have a teleport device to hand when I really needed one.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 24 Oct 2011, 10:44, 3 replies)

Why do you persist in telling stories that make you out to be heterosexual.
You bummer.
( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Mon 24 Oct 2011, 11:09, closed)

:-)

( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Mon 24 Oct 2011, 11:09, closed)

You bastard! Nobody knows I'm a heterosexual!
Now you've inned me - how will I ever tell my dads?
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 24 Oct 2011, 11:39, closed)