b3ta.com qotw
You are not logged in. Login or Signup
Home » Question of the Week » Pubs » Post 365331 | Search
This is a question Pubs

Jeccy writes, "I've seen people having four-somes, fights involving spastics and genuine retarded people doing karaoke, all thanks to the invention of the common pub."

What's happened in your local then?

(, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 20:55)
Pages: Latest, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, ... 1

« Go Back

A pub love story
This isn't a very funny story, but it's a nice one at least.

I met Mr Chicken at the pub I used to work at.

I was cleaning glasses and the like when a tall, dark, handsome stranger walked in.

He ordered a pint of beer. I suddenly noticed his deep blue eyes, set with dark eyelashes. Dark stubble peppered his jawline. The thin singlet he was wearing showed off intricate tattoos on his shoulders and a slightly muscular body.

Wow. He was drop dead, shake in your boots, call Emergency Services gorgeous.

I poured his pint and was aware that he was intently watching my every movement. He was very still, but his lips moved as though he was trying to say something.

Finally, he asked, "How are you?"
"Good thanks," I said politely, handing over his beer and being extra careful to make sure there was the correct amount of head and that I didn't spill it on him and suddenly being very precious about this beer I was about to give to a very good looking stranger.

He went quiet again and sipped his beer. I caught his eye a few times as I cleaned the bar. I hoped, for one fleeting instant, that I had caught him looking at me.

Eventually, he spoke again.

"I like your shirt," he said shyly.
I was wearing a shirt with various characters from Gumby on it.
"Thankyou," I said.

We both smiled at each other. He had a gorgeous smile. I turned around, embarassed.

Many pints later, me and (the future) Mr Chicken were singing along to Rage Against the Machine, talking about music and his burgeoning musical career (he plays drums in a band...hot), bitching about hospitality (turns out Mr Chicken was a bartender as well) and sneakily perving on each other when our backs were turned.

As we finally closed the bar for the night, Mr Chicken got up to leave. "Much love," he slurred, and waved as he stumbled out the door.

I hoped I'd see him again.

And I did. Nearly every weekend.

If his pint was empty, I looked past the line of customers and got his beer first. I made excuses to go pick up glasses when I'd actually go out into the beer garden and talk to him. We talked shyly over the bar, occasionally getting a bit flirty after Mr Chicken downed a few pints. I discovered that as well as being insanely good looking, he was one of the sweetest guys I’d ever met. My heart melted when I saw Mr Chicken comforting some poor old drunk guy he'd probably never seen in his life.

I thought I caught Mr Chicken having an intense perve on me a few times, but I convinced myself that it was just wishful thinking.

The flirting was getting a bit blatant too.
Mr Chicken: I play a lot of video games... I'm a bit of a nerd.
Me: That's okay, I have a nerd fetish.
Mr Chicken: :O...
Me: *runs away*
... but I didn't think I would really have a chance with this amazing guy, and tried to treat it all as a fun game.

Finally, I plucked up the courage to ask for his phone number (at a very drunken lock-in). After a long time, I plucked up the courage again to casually ask, "Sooo, wanna catch up for a drink sometime?"

After a few jugs of beer, we sat quietly in the beer garden. As things like that progress, confessions were made. Mr Chicken, bless his heart, had been visiting the same crappy pub for the last five months just so he could see me.

We kissed.

A week or so later I gave him a lift home after closing the bar and, er, celebrated the fact that we were going out at last. For three hours.

We live together now. I don't work at that pub anymore, but we certainly enjoy going to other ones. It's nice to be on the other side of the bar with him.

Don’t tell him I said it, but I want to marry that man one day.
(, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 3:52, 14 replies)
That just gave me the
warm fuzzies.

Have a click!
(, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 5:12, closed)
*huggle and click*
(, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 6:45, closed)
clickypoo pour vous
(, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 8:08, closed)
When you were describing him.
I kept expecting the next line to be 'It turned out he was gay, but he had an autistic brother who I dated and is now Mr Chicken'.

(, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 8:32, closed)
I'm surprised it didn't turn out that way either!
(, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 7:18, closed)
I hope someday your wish comes true.

What a nice story :)
(, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 8:39, closed)
I like this
so you get a click
(, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 9:37, closed)
I feel all snuggly now
Have a clicky.
(, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 12:37, closed)
Gets my vote.
(, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 16:17, closed)
I'm sure that you will make a very lovely Mr and Mrs Chicken, and hopefully one day, may you have lots of little chicken McNuggets!
(, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 16:24, closed)
*Googolplexian hugs!*
(, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 22:54, closed)
That never happened...
(, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 10:29, closed)

(, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 11:12, closed)
'The correct amount of head'?
On a first meeting..?

*has filthy mind*
(, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 11:53, closed)

« Go Back

Pages: Latest, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, ... 1