Ooooh fuck.
In an earlier post, I said that I was to flirting as earthquakes are to Haitian architecture. A common problem I suspect for quite a few of the more socially awkward people round here. However, this one takes the biscuit in terms of sheer idiocy and stupidity.

It was a few years ago, in the middle of summer, at a party. And as I'm apt to do at such gatherings, I was drunk. So drunk in fact, Bacchus himself would probably look at me and say "Steady on a bit!". I was drinking you see, to try and boost my confidence. Because there was a Girl. A very nice looking girl, who for some reason had caught my attention. I'm guessing it was because she had a pair of tits. I wasn't too choosy back then. And conversation was flowing, freely, like the booze. Whilst I wasn't exactly in like Flynn, she hadn't run away screaming, either. And then I had to go and ruin it all. She mentioned she was at the party with her sister. It was in fact, her sister's birthday. Why on Earth I decided to ask her if she considered herself the fit one to this day confuses the hell out of me. Even more so, how I managed to avoid a pasting.

Perversely, to this day, I'm rather proud of that one.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 18 Feb 2010, 16:30, 1 reply)

And proud you should be!
That is absolutely fucking PRICELESS !!!

*CLICKS ALL ROUND*
( SpankyHanky, Thu 18 Feb 2010, 17:20, closed)