Was this pre or post the pizza incident where she paid at the bar?
You had sex, but, then slept on the couch and her in the bedroom?
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:06, 1 reply, 11 years ago)

Pizza was a takeaway at hers.
Pub lunch was the day after.
(PsychoChomp, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:10, Reply)

Okay, lets lay out a timeline here....
You two are gazing back'n'forth,
you nip down hers thinking luuuuu-key.
pizza arrives, she pays
[censored information]
you sleep on the couch, she sleeps in her bedroom
you go out for lunch,
she sneek-pays
you nip off home, send a text, she sends a stroppy text back
-=-=-=-=-
beef happens.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:13, Reply)

So when did you fuck her and how did you know the bedroom door was locked?

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:14, Reply)

i have 2 bedrooms
one had clothes and stuff strewn on the bed, the other didn't. not rocket science. in fact, it was probably the same when you guys came round before christmas.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:17, Reply)

Ahhhh, ok, that makes sense now.
Most people I know don't have a spare bedroom actually used as a spare bedroom. Like my one's an office.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:20, Reply)

Met her in a pub in Kensington, shocked by how fat she waso
She called me gay to a homeless man.
But we had a relative laugh, she'd helped me with the eviction chatted for like an hour and a half.
Had a few drinks, thought ahh fuck it lets go back to hers.
Went back to hers, had a pizza apparently (I have no idea) I was freaked out by the fridge content. Can't remember exactly but I think it was a single tomato and like 40 bottles of water.
Both stayed in the spare room. had depressing sex
I smoked on her balcony as far as I remember I put the fags in the ashtray but who knows.
Went for lunch the next day.
Went to euston.
(PsychoChomp, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:19, Reply)