Was about
15 I guess. Had been seeing a young lady for a little while, and it came to the time to meet the olds. Clearly I was rather nervous about it, and when I met her Dad, I could see why. Not the most endearing of people I've ever met, he put me on edge from the word go. Anyhoo, we get in the car and go off to a nice country pub for a drink. Sitting around making petty small talk, Ivan says "Why don't the girls go and get some more drinks?" Instant panic flashes through my body, "Oh, shit! He wants to get me on my own!" So girlf and her Mum go to the bar. Cut to Ivan asking me the usual "What are your intentions?" rubbish, then proceeding to tell me if I mess his daughter around, I'll have him to deal with and he'll spread my head all over the shop. Seconds later girlf and Mum appear to me looking rather pale and shaking somewhat at the prospect of the oaf kicking the shit out of me. Needless to say it didn't last too long after that (and she didn't shave her legs.....had to go really)
( D3xt3r Don't take any guff from these fucking swine...., Thu 19 May 2005, 18:57, Reply)