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This is a question Will you go out with me?

"Bloody Kraut, a" asks, "How did you get your current flame to go out with you? If they turned you down, how bad was it?"

Was it all romantic? Or were the beer goggles particularly strong that night?

(, Thu 28 Aug 2008, 17:32)
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Well it was not about asking out........

Well it was not about asking out butt… Its long, but cathartic so please bear with me.

Anyway when I was younger and at Uni we used to practice debate in a proper association with competitions and all that. At one national debate competition I spotted a very nice girl, blonde, curly hair, minion and all that (also the rare smart type, I discover later). So I ask my friend Y: who’s the girl? Don’t bother he answers. Why? It’s X’s. X being another good friend of ours (with a proper mad gf back home). I tried to get her attention but didn’t work the way I hoped. So last day, in a hurry to catch the bus I drag X out of her bed. Nice view.
Fast forward six months, another competition. Is she coming, I ask? Yes. Up we go, me and Y.

This was not planed.
First evening (or the second, couldn’t tell), huge amount of vodka+tonic drink from a vase in Y’s room. Said girl was in a room with another girl, which Y wanted to take care of. Y was in room with another mate and I was in a third room. The bloke who was supposed to share the room with Y got sleepy and went to sleep in my room. Y started kissing and hugging with the second girl, room colleague of the girl I fancied. Then it hit me. I propose that we go out and leave the two alone to enjoy the rest of the night. And since I don’t have a place to crash anymore it is obvious that I should sleep in her colleague’s bed, in her room. Being a bit under the influence she agrees. So we get in the respective room, and she goes to the bathroom the change.

I was left alone. The room has two separate beds and I’m thinking how the hell m I going to do something under the circumstances without being obvious on my intentions. So then I proceed to move the furniture in order to have the beds together. It has never occur to me that I cannot be more obvious than that. Said and done. She come out of the bathroom (wearing a shirt and panties) and is a bit stunned by the new arrangement. I move the beds in order to have more space I mumble. She looks and me and reluctantly says: ok. The rest is history, we been together for 3 years. The of course she moved to some other country (fucking Italians).
X friend had a smile when I told him what and how happened and we went for drinks.

So it wasn’t exactly about asking out but about moving in. It always makes me smile remembering how silly I must have looked after moving the furniture. Happy days!

rhatanu hates to grow up!
(, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 15:17, 6 replies)
A nice story
But why do people try and change all the names for letters, makes it a challenge to follow who is who and where they are. Please, just use names - fake ones are fine.
(, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 16:40, closed)
Mmm, I had to give up.
I had no idea who was doing what and there was X's and Y's all over the place.
(, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 17:01, closed)
It's like
sexual algebra...
(, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 19:47, closed)
I got lost
before the first letter......
(, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 20:46, closed)
ok ok
I shall listen to the first reply and use names.

The story is true and I apologies if it wasn't clear.next one will be better..
(, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 22:06, closed)

Click!
(, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 4:52, closed)

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