My new 'Friend'
First post ever! Didnt think I'd make it in time to post my little story, but there ya go :)

Anyway, I moved to Birmingham for work for 7 months... I didnt know anybody in the city so was quite lonely.

One day as I was walking home from the Train Station, this reasonably fat Jamaican guy stopped me and asked me for 20p. He looked respectable, so I gave him 20p (apparently was short for a ticket).

He then shook my hand quite vigourously and asked if I needed any friends? I thought this was kinda weird, but politely I said yeah, thinking we could meet up every once and while in a pub and exchange Brummie experiences and all. So he gave me his number and he took mine.

A few days later I got a text from him asking to meet up and do something. I wasnt actually keen, so told him to come and watch the Barcelona V Real Madrid game at my place with my housemates. He comes over, knocks on the door, and he is dressed like he is going out on a MAJOR date.

I introduce him to my housemates, give him a seat and offer him a beer. He keeps looking at me like he has no idea whats going on, like he expected something else?

We start watching the game and Im getting really into it, yelling at the screen and all, and I notice he is sitting there, obviously not a football fan, totally bored out of his mind. I payed no attention.

Games over, we all are tired and he says he will go home... cool.

The next couple of days Im just trying to forget about the awkwardness as I couldnt be bothered being nice to a weirdo. I get a text saying he HAS to see me.

This got me a bit worried, but I though FFS I might as well see what he's on about.

So I told him I'd be meeting a mate from London in this Irish pub down the road. Now this is a REAL Irish pub. The locals are hard as bloody nails.

Im sitting there having a drink, the Jamaican guy walks in, sees me, runs up to me and presents me with fucking PERFUME! Saying he bought me a gift!

Lets just say, I got out of the Irish pub VERY quickly and ran the fuck away from him!

After that, for about a month I got texts from this guy telling me he needs me and shit!

Was so damn scary. Im never going to Birmingahm again!
(PoopenScoopen, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 17:21, Reply)