I remember the what but not the why
A few months back, I made the mistake of a night out in Sunderland. After a few bars, I ended up in the same club we always end up in, independent. It's dirty, smelly and full of wankers, I don't much care for the music either. Any way, after an hour or so of bad dancing and failing to catch any ladies eyes, I wanted to go home, I asked my mates if we would leave soon, one kept promising that we would soon, but we didn't leave.

I turned around to go by myself when a cute blond walked up to me, grabbed my hands and started dancing with me. Soon she looks into my eyes, smiles and leans in for the kiss, which I gladly accept. We kissed for a while, I don't remember how long, but when she stopped, she asked if I'd like to go. Result I think, as she leads me out by the hand, frequently stopping to check the inside of my mouth with her tounge.

We get in the taxi, kiss more, I pay the driver, we kiss more, get to her door and.... She tells me she's in love with a guy I don't know, cries, kisses me, realises she hasn't got a key, kisses me, cries, kisses me. By this point I realise I'm throwing myself against a barred gate, and that my knight shal not be crossing the moat and storming the keep.

I leave with a heavy heart and no phone number, starting the lonely walk back to town for a taxi. I phone my mate to see if they are still in town to share a taxi, they confirm they are and will wait for me. I blunder my way back, a few wrong turns are made but I make it back, assuring a chav the girl he had pulled was not "a stinker".

I got to the club, bought a beer and found my friends, sharing the tale of my adventure, which they found far funnier then I did.
(Mong goose, Mon 28 Mar 2011, 8:46, 2 replies)

Gah!
Sounds to me like you were used for a free taxi home :(
( betpet is the fun in dysfunctional, Mon 28 Mar 2011, 11:02, closed)

Alas, you may be correct, I'm to trusting and will do anything for a pretty face.
(Mong goose, Mon 28 Mar 2011, 17:12, closed)