not weirdoes or ugly people but stunners
quite the opposite to the above question but i shall anyway reply

I am quite the "international gentleman", having worked in many of the fine european countries there are on offer and my absolute favourite being a greek island named crete, and the town herewithin known as "malia".

Having already worked one summer running a beach bar in this fine resort known for it´s abundance of highly alcohol fueled youth and hefty population of "hotties" i subscribed to it´s main website, and became quite the well known on the discussion forums.

After another fine winter in austria i returned to england for a few weeks and was gently cajoled by a good friend of mine into attending ne of the meet ups from these forums at a pub in covent garden, and on that evening a large party in a nightclub in kingston.
The date, and time duly arrived
As i entered the bar i casually looked over to the table where the ajoling friend was sat, with his friend B, and ten of the most beautiful (especially by British standards) women i have ever seen.

YES, these were the girls who, by method of nom de plume and the guise of the interweb, i had sent filthy erotic fiction i had jokingly written about them, pictures of my erect phallus, Evil poems, sick jokes and all manner of weirdess, all tasken by them in jest i may add.

I downed two black sambucas the (australian, of course) barman kindly served me, put my chest out, and joined the table being the most nervous i have ever been in my life.
I then proceeded, during the course of the afternoon to drink a pint of ale with soap from the bathroom my friend had put in it, tell countless "hilarious" anecdotes of my journeys abroad and generally behave quite the clown, and guess what, I got away with it.
They were refreshed that i was just as weird in real life as i was in my posts, and that i had no act to put on other than to be myself, so in a way, i was the weirdo.

It was fun, my friend and myself, forgetting this was kingston and even despite being in our early twenties didn´t have ID so we couldn´t get into the nightclub so, dissapointed we went to his hotel room and drank two bottles of vodka, i can´t remember much after that, but the group returned to us, eventually.

I do know i was writhing on the bed and accidentally kicked one girl in the head, sang a Hall and Oates medley to the troom and ended up in a brothel SOMEWHERE in london playing cards with some whores.

sorry for length
( SickRik float like a camembert sting like a brie, Mon 20 Mar 2006, 11:12, Reply)