When I met the parents
When my g/f first met my parents for lunch, my Dad leant over and ate food off her plate. My mother was mortified, I was a bit confused, she thought it was wonderfull and that she'd been accepted.
We at B3ta are sure you've had worse than this though... tell us all about it.
( , Thu 19 May 2005, 13:27)
When my g/f first met my parents for lunch, my Dad leant over and ate food off her plate. My mother was mortified, I was a bit confused, she thought it was wonderfull and that she'd been accepted.
We at B3ta are sure you've had worse than this though... tell us all about it.
( , Thu 19 May 2005, 13:27)
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Imagine a film, for real
Long story, which I will try to make short by cutting out minor details. Although outrageous, this is entirely true, believe me.
Was in a show with this girl, Kat. For months, months, months I had been trying to get with her. My methods were obviously lacking for I earned the nickname 'creepy mike'. Not good.
Anyway, last night of the show, kat asks if anyone wants to come back to her house for a drink, bit of a party etc. About 30 people accept and head off to her 2 bed victorian semi (with groundfloor extention. Read Kat's room. Read my ultimate goal.)
So, her parents, expecting 4/5 people get a bit of a shock. Nonetheless, they get into the spirit, poor a glass of wine each and hand out the drink. Huge dad, Lovely Mum, brother about 6'4".
Kat's dad talks to her mate mark, tells him to warn me not to get frisky with his little girl.
Kat's dad talks to Kat, 'Don't get frisky with Creepy Mike'.
3.30am, Kat and I get frisky.
Major frisky.
By some series of events, kat's mum storms in, bangs on lights, rips covers off us, both starkers and shagging.
The longest volley of 4-letter words streamed from her while I franticly grab trousers and hop out of room putting them on. I sat in the rain, in the garden until her mum calmed down. Got my stuff and walked 6 hours back to my house about 15/20 miles away.
In the rain.
Being the nice guy that I am, I rang them up when I got home and apologised.
We are now together. Her dad does not know, neither to either of my parents.
Apologies for length, but it still makes me laugh.
( , Sun 22 May 2005, 18:45, Reply)
Long story, which I will try to make short by cutting out minor details. Although outrageous, this is entirely true, believe me.
Was in a show with this girl, Kat. For months, months, months I had been trying to get with her. My methods were obviously lacking for I earned the nickname 'creepy mike'. Not good.
Anyway, last night of the show, kat asks if anyone wants to come back to her house for a drink, bit of a party etc. About 30 people accept and head off to her 2 bed victorian semi (with groundfloor extention. Read Kat's room. Read my ultimate goal.)
So, her parents, expecting 4/5 people get a bit of a shock. Nonetheless, they get into the spirit, poor a glass of wine each and hand out the drink. Huge dad, Lovely Mum, brother about 6'4".
Kat's dad talks to her mate mark, tells him to warn me not to get frisky with his little girl.
Kat's dad talks to Kat, 'Don't get frisky with Creepy Mike'.
3.30am, Kat and I get frisky.
Major frisky.
By some series of events, kat's mum storms in, bangs on lights, rips covers off us, both starkers and shagging.
The longest volley of 4-letter words streamed from her while I franticly grab trousers and hop out of room putting them on. I sat in the rain, in the garden until her mum calmed down. Got my stuff and walked 6 hours back to my house about 15/20 miles away.
In the rain.
Being the nice guy that I am, I rang them up when I got home and apologised.
We are now together. Her dad does not know, neither to either of my parents.
Apologies for length, but it still makes me laugh.
( , Sun 22 May 2005, 18:45, Reply)
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