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Mad Stuff You've Done To Get Someone To Sleep With You
Alexxx says "We've all gone a little too far at one time or another to get a girl, or a guy, to sleep with us. I've a friend who spent close to a thousand pounds orchestrating a terrible day for a collegue, so he could comfort her and get in her knickers. Only to find out she had a boyfriend, who proposed in order to cheer her up."
So, how far have you gone?
( , Fri 13 Apr 2007, 9:01)
Alexxx says "We've all gone a little too far at one time or another to get a girl, or a guy, to sleep with us. I've a friend who spent close to a thousand pounds orchestrating a terrible day for a collegue, so he could comfort her and get in her knickers. Only to find out she had a boyfriend, who proposed in order to cheer her up."
So, how far have you gone?
( , Fri 13 Apr 2007, 9:01)
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Or rather, what he did...
I met a (somewhat pathetic) young man who, after some outings with mutual friends, decided to lock his target on me. Now I'm not a totally heartless bitch, so I let him down gently, mumbling some nonsense about not wanting a relationship or anything like it at the time (utter bullshit, but his personal hygiene left much to be desired - but that's for another QOTW).
Not taking no for an answer, there were the roses, chocolates, hopeless poems and little teddy bears that started turning up.
When he realised they weren't working, he decided the best way to catch my eye was to just keep "turning up" where ever I happened to be. Fine, we'd bump into each other at a club. But in the lingerie section of a department store? Yeah, a little odd.
Then phone calls at all hours, throwing rocks at my house...
Needless to say, he had blue balls for a loooong time.
But what have I done?
"So, how about a fuck then?"
Score.
( , Fri 13 Apr 2007, 19:01, Reply)
I met a (somewhat pathetic) young man who, after some outings with mutual friends, decided to lock his target on me. Now I'm not a totally heartless bitch, so I let him down gently, mumbling some nonsense about not wanting a relationship or anything like it at the time (utter bullshit, but his personal hygiene left much to be desired - but that's for another QOTW).
Not taking no for an answer, there were the roses, chocolates, hopeless poems and little teddy bears that started turning up.
When he realised they weren't working, he decided the best way to catch my eye was to just keep "turning up" where ever I happened to be. Fine, we'd bump into each other at a club. But in the lingerie section of a department store? Yeah, a little odd.
Then phone calls at all hours, throwing rocks at my house...
Needless to say, he had blue balls for a loooong time.
But what have I done?
"So, how about a fuck then?"
Score.
( , Fri 13 Apr 2007, 19:01, Reply)
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