In my mid 20's...
I was successfully chatting this right sort up in a bar in London's West End. I was there for my mates Birthday, but took the opportunity to go after this 1 lovely looking lady.

Anyhow. I offered her a drink, she accepted, so off to the bar I went where I bumped in to the birthday boy. 20 minutes and several shots later and me now feeling extremely pissed, I made my way back to where I'd left the lovely.

There she was! Still waiting! Result! Except... there were 2 of her?!

Identical twins? Very similar looking bestest pals? Anyway, cue what felt like an eternity of me standing there trying to work out which one I'd been chatting up. So I had a 50/50 chance of getting it right. I gambled. "Here you go love", and handed the drink to the wrong one...

The drink came back rather quickly... in my face... gutted...
( addickted has attained freedom, Thu 10 Dec 2009, 16:50, 1 reply)

You were drunk
and seeing double
( The Scrunt Wants a Dozen Pints, Thu 10 Dec 2009, 20:34, closed)