Keith Houchen Posted May 14, 2021 Share Posted May 14, 2021 6 minutes ago, neil said: I have some memory about him maybe blocking some girl in her driveway with his car Yeah. I think he had been cold shouldered and didnāt take the hint she wasnāt interested, so he turned up unannounced and phoned her. He could see from his car that she was home but she said she was out. He blocked the drive and sat there eating the chocolates heād bought her.Ā Ā Reslly puts the NO in āWomen, kNOw your LIMITSā Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Chris B Posted May 14, 2021 Paid Members Share Posted May 14, 2021 4 hours ago, mim731 said: I don't blame you, running a bath for someone without asking them is the behaviour of a psychopath.Ā "...and I cracked an egg in it for you." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Monkee Posted May 14, 2021 Paid Members Share Posted May 14, 2021 5 hours ago, neil said: ...there was this tall (now remember I'm 6'7") blonde girl ...I mean she was tall yes, but like 5'10", not exactly freak status. At first I thought this girl was well over 6ftāĀ tall - closer to your height - the way you described her but thenĀ you say sheās 5ā10. Thatās not that tall. Iām 5ā11 and a lot of my friends are around the same height. She still sounds weird though. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slapnut Posted May 14, 2021 Share Posted May 14, 2021 10 hours ago, Lorne Malvo said: I'm sure I've told this story on here before but threads like this always bring to mind the lass at Uni who gave me a blowjob then, as I was approaching climax, held her hands out under my old chap as though it was a fucking hand dryer or something. I think your description of this in the last dates thread as āholding her hands out as if she was Oliver Twist asking for moreā is my favourite post Iāve ever seen on here. I think about it regularly. I assume it was you anyway, either that or someone else on here has had a blowie from her. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators PowerButchi Posted May 15, 2021 Moderators Share Posted May 15, 2021 And fuck me, you'll never believe it, but there was a cup of tea by my bed!Ā Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dai Posted May 15, 2021 Share Posted May 15, 2021 Was it just me who was expecting a much better conclusion to neil's story, rather than 'so I had sex with a very attractive, 5'10 blonde'? Bad sex is still not exactly a nightmare. No payoff to the 'how did the friends meet' teaser at the start of the story either, its like LIne of Duty all over again. š Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Awards Moderator Frankie Crisp Posted May 15, 2021 Awards Moderator Share Posted May 15, 2021 (edited) Oh, I donāt know where to start on this one. Iām completely incapable of going on a date without ending up a complete mess and/or making an absolute berk of myself. And I donāt mean endearing nervousness, I mean anxiety-fuelled, awkward idiocy. I just go to pieces and itās now genuinely at the point where IāveĀ given up even bothering, because it completely writes my confidence off for weeks. Getting a decent date out of me is as likely as beating the final boss on Takeshiās Castle. I saw this thread the other day and ever since, a number of memories have popped back into my head, all bringing varying levels of self-loathing. The first was bad ā from around 2002/3 - but nothing compared to what came in the years to follow. I met Helen in a bar and somehow made it through the evening well enough to get her number. We chatted for a few days then we arranged to go to the pictures to watch 8 Mile as she was an Eminem fan. This worked well in my head as sitting in silence for a couple of hours lessened the chances of me saying something stupid. We got there and after the informal chit-chat, we went to our seats and my nervousness calmed. A couple of trailers in, she whispered that she wished we got some popcorn. I gave it a few minutes then told her I had to go to the loo, but I instead I popped out to the forum and got a massive tub. Thatāll score me some brownie points. As I went back in, the film was just starting so the lights were all the way down. We were sat on the third or fourth row, so I knew where she was, but I didnāt know that the girl sat just before us had left her bag on the floor. I tripped on it and the full tub of popcorn went all over Helen. She had long, long hair and spent the next two hours picking Butterkist out of it. We dated for 2 years and Iām amazed I got a cuddle out of it, let alone a relationship. About 2 years ago, I went on a date with a girl Iād matched with on Bumble. It was a Sunday evening in late summer. I was pretty relaxed about it until about an hour before, at which point my arse went and I began catastrophising. We were meeting in a bar just up the road from where I live so I decided to get there a bit early, so I could get a table and settle in. It was the warmest boozer Iāve ever, ever been in. I had a light-coloured shirt on and within ten minutes, I was dripping with sweat. I mean post-marathon, visibly drenched. The more I worried what sheād think, the more I sweated. She dropped me a text to say she was about five mins away, so I ran downstairs to the loo to do what I could. There were no dryers so I unravelled as much toilet paper as I could, opened my shirt and tried to soak it up. It made no difference. After filling the entire bin with damp Andrex, I went back upstairs ā she arrived a minute or so later. She looked at me. She would not be a good Poker player. Panicked, I told her Iād only just got there and, on my way, a taxi splashed me with a big puddle. Clearly one of those puddles that specifically lands under its victimās armpits. After getting her a drink and an insanely awkward first ten minutes, my brain convinced me to come clean. I donāt know what I was thinking. She already knew. I knew she knew. She knew that I knew she knew. But no, my mouth took charge. I went full Partridge; not only did I tell her it was sweat, I went on to ramble about which deodorant I use and that I did indeed get a shower before I left. I could hear myself and just couldnāt stop. We had two drinks, she went home and I never heard from her again. Another one ā whilst not a date ā was when I was trying my hardest to flirt with a really pretty girl in a club after Iād been to the races in the mid-2000s. I was fully suited and she was dressed to the nines, in a stunning backless number. We were chatting at close quarters as the music was blaring out and it was hard to hear her. When I noticed she was nearing the end of her drink, I asked if sheās like another. She said yes, but rather than what she was drinking she asked me if she could have a Guinness. No probs, I thought. My kind of girl. We were both with a friend, so I asked mine and hers if they wanted the same, then went to the bar and after a bit of a delay came back with the drinks. As I passed the girl I was chatting to her Guinness, a huge frown appeared on her face and it was evident thatās not at all what she wanted. Thinking on my feet, I continued to extend my arm to pass it to my mate who was stood just behind her, so she wouldnāt think I was so stupid as to think a girl would be on the dark stuff in a nightclub. At the worst possible moment, someone banged into me and the Guinness tipped all down her back. And I mean all down her back. She was covered and there was murder. Her mate gave me a smack and the bouncers came over, thinking Iād done it on purpose. I got carried out by the arms and legs, protesting like Iād been told I couldnāt see the kids anymore in court. I didnāt get her number. She wanted a WKD. The night after I lost my virginity, the girl it was to, told me it was a one-off and she didnāt want to see me again. Devastated, I decided to drown my sorrows but a few hours later when sheād been out and hadnāt copped off, she rang to see if I wanted to go round for a second go at bad sex. I went there as quickly as I could, but was drunker than I thought. I threw up on her just as I was about to get going. On a night out, a couple of older women started to chat me and my mate up in the queue for Flares on Mathew Street. When I say older, Iād have them at early 40s, but I was early 20s so it was all a bit Mrs. Robinson to us. After some horrendous one-liners, she asked me if I wanted to leave the club and go back to hers. I did, so we did. After a taxi over to the Wirral and a bit of bumpy kissing on the back seat, we arrived at hers and I knew my luck was in. She told me where the bedroom was and to go up, where sheād follow shortly after. On the way up I saw loads of family photos. Mostly of her kids, but a few with her fella. Who I hoped wad dead. Nope. When she joined me, she told me not to worry about her husband as he worked away so wouldnāt be bothering us. I completely froze when she tried to resume the heavy petting and wasnāt sure what to do. Her hands started to wander so I knew where it was going, and she said she was just going to freshen up and told me to get into bed. As soon as I heard the bathroom door shut, I put my shoes back on, re-buttoned my shirt and legged it downstairs to make my escape. I set the burglar alarm off and couldnāt open the front door. She bombed it down after me, frantically trying to reset the alarm code and hurled all kinds of abuse at me. She then opened the door to let me out, only for me to realise I didnāt have a sodding clue where I was. I had to sheepishly knock back on and ask her to ring me a taxi. It didnāt go down well. One of the very worst first dates I recall though, was with a girl Iād liked for years and saw in the pub a lot, but never had the confidence to talk to. Apparently, the feeling was mutual so her mates conspired with my mates and got her to add me on Facebook. We immediately hit it off and seemed to click. We chatted for a week or so and I confidently asked her out, this time thinking I wouldnāt have the usual crippling fear when we met. We went out a few days later and I was absolutely fine! Until she arrived. Then I realised this was pub girl who Iād been smitten with for years. It all got a bit real and despite us talking about scores of topics on text, I completely froze. I couldnāt think of anything to talk about. She was a very shy girl, so she also didnāt take the lead. We just sat there, smiling at each other in crippling silence for a minute, but it felt like a lifetime. Come on, think of something to say! So, I did. I asked her how her Mumās cancer treatment was going. It wasnāt going well, so she became even more uptight, offering no conversation. So I then, for whatever reason, just kept talking about cancer. What the worst types of cancer were. What the cancer survival rates were. Who I knew who had cancer. Still no engagement so I then started talking about who I knew whoād died from cancer. She started crying, went to the toilets and said she wanted to go home. All I could say was words to the effect of āIām so sorry, but I donāt think your Mum will be one of the ones who dies of it you knowā. She left and blocked me on Facebook before I got home. Date me. Edited May 15, 2021 by Frankie Crisp Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members gmoney Posted May 15, 2021 Paid Members Share Posted May 15, 2021 Ah, I wanna give you a big hug Frankie.Ā Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SuperBacon Posted May 15, 2021 Share Posted May 15, 2021 God bless you @Frankie Crisp I'd date you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr_Danger Posted May 15, 2021 Share Posted May 15, 2021 Not even a mention of Richie Freebirds mum, fraud. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Awards Moderator HarmonicGenerator Posted May 15, 2021 Awards Moderator Share Posted May 15, 2021 Iāll date you as well Frankie. Iāll act really awkward and clumsy so you feel more confident by comparison. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Carbomb Posted May 15, 2021 Paid Members Share Posted May 15, 2021 It's insane that someone as good as you is now thinking of giving up, Frankie. If there's anyone who deserves to have somebody and be happy, it's you, man. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators neil Posted May 15, 2021 Moderators Share Posted May 15, 2021 The cancer date had me both howling in laughter while cringing. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Keith Houchen Posted May 15, 2021 Share Posted May 15, 2021 Frankie needs to let us know if he ever asked out his hairdresser. Ā Iām guessing because he doesnāt look like Jesus he didnāt.Ā Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Your Fight Site Posted May 15, 2021 Paid Members Share Posted May 15, 2021 5 hours ago, Dai said: Was it just me who was expecting a much better conclusion to neil's story, rather than 'so I had sex with a very attractive, 5'10 blonde'? Bad sex is still not exactly a nightmare. No payoff to the 'how did the friends meet' teaser at the start of the story either, its like LIne of Duty all over again. š I was fully expecting it to end with, āand then I found out she was pre-opā. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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