pool
i'd love to be the kind of girl who stands in a pub, designer beer bottle in one hand, pool cue in the other, coolly demolishing every man foolish enough to play with me.

instead, i am far too paranoid to stick my arse in the air so publicly, my boobs get right in the way, and i end up hitting a spakker shot that might just air kiss a ball of the right colour if the wind is blowing in the right direction. and the table has a leg missing.

so one day my friend catherine and i decided that we were fed up of sucking at pool. how hard could it be, we thought. so we headed down to the nearest local dive, which had about 5 pool tables in it.

it took us the best part of an HOUR to finish the first game. by the end of it, everyone else in the pub was slow hand clapping and catherine was nearly crying with embarrassment. i was too pissed to care.

to top it all off, we'd both had our wallets nicked whilst we were poring over the table.

pool sucks!
( rachelswipe with a fork, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 18:45, 3 replies)

I'm not bad
I taught my sort-of-ex to play pretty well, was a laugh to watch her beating smug pricks who looked like they were going to cry because they'd been beaten by a bird.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 18:57, closed)

I can play ok
(because my daddy had his own pool table so I could practice without a whole pub watching and having to pay for the humiliating experience)

But I'm definitely not actually "good" despite what many guys seem to say. I can't help filling in the end of the sentence "Hey, you play pretty well" ...for a girl.
It used to make me want to get even better so I could be that girl you describe at the start of your story, but then I realised that being mediocre with a low cut top is more socially acceptable anyway ;)
(xanthine, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 5:40, closed)

^ very wise words, my friend! ^

( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 9:21, closed)