Hmmmm
Last year i met a girl in Toulouse through a dating web site, she was sort of plain looking but she was up for sex on the first date (well, actually we were sitting in a park, and i mentioned that we could go back to mine for a drink, and she asked if i had any condoms... so that cleared things up)

over the next few days she tells me that her ex could only get off through watersports, and that she's up for it "but i won't drink it".

Euuurr.

She was quite rich, having started her own company (she bragged a lot about the fact that she was about to buy a flat in miami), so for my birthday she took me to a swanky hotel for lunch, where there was some pregnant girl whose red bra was quite visible through her shirt, which i pointed out, the meal was nice, etc.

The next evening she comes over to mine for a meal, we head straight for the bedroom, she gives me a "special present" (well whatever), then afterwards we sort of start talking about this and that, and i mention some girl from work who i used to go out with for some reason, as well as other stuff.

anyway, about five minutes after, i start to make my move to get jiggy with her, and she pushes me away, saying she's leaving. I follow her out as she's putting various items of clothing back on, she starts on at me about me always mentioning other women and the fact that i was staring at the pregnant ladies red bra, and ogling the waitresses whilst talking to her and that i'm a bastard and "i don't know why you want me here"... i was speechless.
She ended the rant with me standing in my boxers at the front door, and her saying something along the lines of "next time, try and find someone less mental than me". Well, quite.

I've actually met a lot of people thanks to internet, i even met a canadian girl on a Belle & Sebastian mailing list, she came all the way to Toulouse for new years eve to meet me. It was quite a disaster for many reasons.

And tomorrow night i've got a second date with a really funny sexy girl i met on a dating website, but the thing is i might be moving back to toulouse for work in the next few months, but i really want to get her into bed, and it may take some time and effort.
Am I evil for not mentioning that i might be moving?

Oh and on the minitel where i used to work, i suppose it could be considered personal ads, even though the main gist of the messages on it were "wanna shag? what's your phone number? i want to meet you when when when where?"
What we'd do with the really annoying, obnoxious ones, would be to give them the numbers of their local peugeot dealers. I could just imagine them calling Réné the mecanic...
Or even worse, i used to cycle to work, so when a real berk was insisting on meeting my fictional big breasted lady, i'd agree to "meet" in front of the cinema that was on my route home, so i'd actually see them waiting as i cycled past with a shit eating grin.

VERY satisfying.

a, not hot.
(Alaning, Tue 18 Sep 2007, 9:31, Reply)