One more 'lowering of standards' story.
I work at a certain monstrous chain store (I believe it rhymes with 'al fresco') and a regular customer of mine was a rather attractive young lady.

She'd pop in when I was on a shift and we'd chat away- I started to become rather enamored with the poor girl.

One day, she came in and mentioned she'd broken up with her boyfriend.

'I'm sorry to hear that', I said, dancing an internal jig.

She mentioned she'd be at a certain club on Sunday night.

'See you there!' she said.

So I went along.

She came in, we chatted.

'I'm off for a cigarette, coming?'

I don't smoke.

As I lit the Marlboro Light, she told me (a guy she barely knows) that it hadn't been a great week. She'd been dumped and then tried to do herself in by taking a bottle of aspirin.

*alarm bells*

We went back in, I drank, we danced, I went home.

She sent me a text later asking me out to dinner during the week.

We went out to dinner.

I'll cut to the highlights of her conversation.

'You know, I was paid for sex once.'
'I like boys to buy me things.'
'I don't mind Pink Floyd, but I get tired of his music after a while.'
'Well... I like all sorts of music, but my absolute favourite band of all time is Nickelback.'

She decided that we were going back to mine. God bless my flatmate, he'd cooked a manky fish curry and the flat smelled so bad that she got a bit ill and decided to leave fairly sharpish.

So, in summary, I am too much of a snob to shag a Nickelback fan.

However, desperate times call for desperate measures. Click 'I like this' if you think I should try anyway ;)
(Generator cannot be named for legal reasons, Mon 16 Apr 2007, 16:34, Reply)