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» Will you go out with me?
English charm and sophistication at its finest
For some reason, I appear to be bizarrely successful with my drunken attempts at seduction.
A few years ago, the (now former) object of my affections and I were at the same post-club party, at which I'd managed to secure one of the bedrooms (a perk of being good friends with the host). The traditional approach of striking up conversation and sharing a drink didn't occur to me. Instead, I annhilated a few naive gentlemen at a variety of computer games, held back a friend's hair while he was copiously sick, and then walked back to the living room, where my victim awaited. Popping my head round the door, I uttered the now classic line...
"Dave, I'm going to bed. Are you coming?"
...and walked off. He ended up running after me, and we dated for over a year.
A few months after he became the Former Object of My Affections, while in a bar I encountered a rather attractive young man, who struck up conversation with the traditional chat-up line of the time - "Cheer up goth, have an IrnBru" (some of you may remember the advert to blame for this). After celebrating our meeting with the mixing of vodka and lemonade, we ended up talking about injuries, whereupon he told me about a recent knee injury, no doubt expecting sympathy.
He was quite surprised when I simply informed him that "That's ok, I'll just go on top, then".
We dated for a few months, decided we didn't want anything serious, and he's now one of the best friends a girl could ask for.
My worse half and I had a much classier start to our relationship. After meeting at a house party, we met up a few times and got to know each other a bit better. I instantly knew there was something special here - we hate the same things and people, and both use the same internet forums and websites (clearly a boy of good taste).
On our third post-party meeting, he turned to me and asked me to change my 'relationship status' on the internet.
We now live together and have kittens, and we're still as geeky as ever. Last night, we went to a party and spent half of it messaging each other using our mobile internet. His computer's better than mine, though.
(Wed 3rd Sep 2008, 20:00, More)
English charm and sophistication at its finest
For some reason, I appear to be bizarrely successful with my drunken attempts at seduction.
A few years ago, the (now former) object of my affections and I were at the same post-club party, at which I'd managed to secure one of the bedrooms (a perk of being good friends with the host). The traditional approach of striking up conversation and sharing a drink didn't occur to me. Instead, I annhilated a few naive gentlemen at a variety of computer games, held back a friend's hair while he was copiously sick, and then walked back to the living room, where my victim awaited. Popping my head round the door, I uttered the now classic line...
"Dave, I'm going to bed. Are you coming?"
...and walked off. He ended up running after me, and we dated for over a year.
A few months after he became the Former Object of My Affections, while in a bar I encountered a rather attractive young man, who struck up conversation with the traditional chat-up line of the time - "Cheer up goth, have an IrnBru" (some of you may remember the advert to blame for this). After celebrating our meeting with the mixing of vodka and lemonade, we ended up talking about injuries, whereupon he told me about a recent knee injury, no doubt expecting sympathy.
He was quite surprised when I simply informed him that "That's ok, I'll just go on top, then".
We dated for a few months, decided we didn't want anything serious, and he's now one of the best friends a girl could ask for.
My worse half and I had a much classier start to our relationship. After meeting at a house party, we met up a few times and got to know each other a bit better. I instantly knew there was something special here - we hate the same things and people, and both use the same internet forums and websites (clearly a boy of good taste).
On our third post-party meeting, he turned to me and asked me to change my 'relationship status' on the internet.
We now live together and have kittens, and we're still as geeky as ever. Last night, we went to a party and spent half of it messaging each other using our mobile internet. His computer's better than mine, though.
(Wed 3rd Sep 2008, 20:00, More)