I should bloody hope not. I was under the impression I was trying to get into a relationship with a confident, mature young woman, not some insecure, needy little girl.

To be honest this hadn't occurred to me. I guess it's a possibility. I'm not sure whether I want this to be the case or not.

I dunno dude, confident woman or not, if she's serious about you her heart will skip whenever she sees your name on a text or call

Becky

I decided to make the long, arduous journey to Nottingham to visit my friend, Crouch, at university. We didn't have anything special planned - just having a curry, getting pissed and hanging out with his girlfriend and whoever else wanted to come along. It turned out a girl called Becky was keen to come over and join in the fun, so said she'd come round. In the interim, I gleaned several facts about this girl from Crouch:

1) She was was a goer
2) She was single
3) She had massive tits

Sure enough, she showed up when we were all reasonably sozzled, and true to Crouch's word, had fantastic tits and a great figure. Think Kelly Brook and you're not far off. Sadly, this dribble-inducing recipe was ruined somewhat by her face. To be brutally honest, she was a 3 or a 4 out of 10. The best way to describe her facial appearance would be to think of a hamster that's had its face flattened by an iron. I suppose, if you were feeling generous and concentrated extremely hard, you could convince yourself that she was average-looking and that anyway, it didn't matter because of That Body.

I, however, did the easy alternative to mental exercise and got supremely shit-faced (helped by Crouch's girlfriend giving me half a bottle of Southern Comfort because I "look like a Southern Comfort drinker". Bitch) and stared at her cleavage all night. Somehow, this yielded incredible results.

It all kicked off when Crouch and his girlfriend left the room for all of about 5 minutes, whereupon this girl launched herself at me. I have no idea how it happened, or why, only seconds before, I'd been watching a Bon Jovi video on Youtube, but one minute I was minding my own business watching some hair metal, the next I had a girl trying to suck my face off. At this point, utterly fucked, I sensibly decided to consult with my brain's senior management and assess the situation. After all, whilst she was fit, she was also reasonably ugly, and I was drunk and liable to make poor decisions. It was only after I'd removed her bra and seen just how sumptuous here breasts were that I realised how right my senior management had got it.

I don't know how many times we shagged, but it was a lot. More importantly (at least, to the comedy of the situation), I awoke not in Crouch's room (where I shagged her the first couple of times), but in his mate's room (who was away for the weekend). So to recap, I'd shagged a girl in my mate's bed and then, not satisfied with this level of behaviour, shagged her in the bed of some poor chap I'd never even met before. I didn't mind though - the next morning, being sober enough to actually fully enjoy it, I shagged her again.

What a weekend.

So far so good

At this point it took me about a minute to stop laughing and read the rest of your post


As they say "you dont look at the mantle piece when your stoking the fire ..."

Nice to see someone putting aside all the "be selective" bollocks and just going for it.

However I hope you treat this girl with respect, I dont mean marry her or anything but shes still a human being and to be honest we talk alot of crap on this and similar forums about being "authentic" and "alpha" and respecting people blah blah and then in the next breath treat dodgy looking girls as some kind of sub-human species.

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To be honest this hadn't occurred to me. I guess it's a possibility. I'm not sure whether I want this to be the case or not.[/QUOTE]

Well I think she its likely she was at least dubious about you, and your comment pushed it to a no. I guess what I'm saying that if she was well into you that she wouldnt have given you the heave ho on the back of one dodgy remark IOW you were already flogging a bit of a dead horse at the time you sent that text.

There's nothing wrong with going for a girl of questionable attractiveness when there are no other options. A friend of mine (a different friend) shags more than anyone I know simply because he doesn't give a shit whether a girl's a 10 or a 5.

There were no false pretences here - we both knew it was a one-night thing. I didn't ask for her last name or her number, and she wasn't forthcoming in giving me it, so we both know the score.

You're probably right. We were still getting to know each other really, there's a good chance she was still in the process of being attracted to me and I blew it with that text. I'm not too bummed about it - she was a lovely girl and had a lot right about her, but was far from making me sit up and take serious notice. It's not like, during our date, she'd casually mentioned that she was a die-hard fan of Eels, Leeds United and Formula 1, and that her favourite food was lasagne with salad cream or anything. She sounded a bit sporty for me - into kayaking, long distance running and a lot of other stuff that sounded way too much like hard work to me.

I really enjoyed reading this. Keep up the good work and make sure you get your 5 a day to maintain high energy levels. You can do it!

Cheers mate! I can tell you're a really top bloke - if I knew you I'd buy you a pint...that sounds like my idea of 5 a day! EEHHH?!

Kay

Back when I was 17 (those were the days!) I was going out with a lass from the local comprehensive. It was great - she was pretty and had big tits and a voracious sexual appetite. One thing that was less great was her annoying friend Kay, who, presumably because I'd either shagged or been involved with most of her friends, took a liking to me, a liking which caused her to fall out with the girl I was going out with. However, there was a problem. Despite this girl being 16 going on 17, she had not yet started puberty, and as such one could be forgiven for thinking she was 10 years old (I'm told she eventually started around age 19. Poor lass). Don't get me wrong, she was a very pretty blonde girl, but there was minefield of legal/moral/not fancying her issues there so I did the decent thing and avoided her like the plague.

Fast forward 6 years and she adds me on Facebook. And my oh my, how 6 years can change a girl. She is now fit. Really fit. Legs up to her arse, goregous figure, pretty, blonde. What's more, when she found out I was in Manchester for my second interview at Forsyths, she chirped up about us meeting (she lives in Manchester now). Disappointingly (trust me!), I didn't have time, and promised that next time she was in Gee Town, we'd get together. Well chaps, she is now back in Gee Town, and tomorrow night I'm taking her out.

After the disaster that was Claire, and after I found out this week that a plain, dumpy ginger girl from work fancies the pants off me, I'm excited about this one.

I'm trying to picture a girl with legs that don't go up to her arse. I drew one in MSPaint, but it came out shit.

How did the date go?