I had the weirdest day today...
On my home from the leagues club I bumped into the very first girl I ever had a crush on, way back when I was 14. Her name is Emma and she lives around the corner from me. She must have thought I was so weird. I'd always have trouble talking to her because I was so shy, so instead I'd do all these crazy things to try impress her. Like I found out she liked Friends (the show) so I used to tape it, then find out the day after if she'd watched it or not. If she hadn't I'd give her the tape. And one Easter I found out that she didn't get any easter eggs, so I got all the ones I had left, bundled them up and handed them to her... then ran off before she could say anything because there were other people around and I didn't want them to tease me hehe. I also used to leave her presents in her mailbox, which come to think it now is a bit freaky. All my friends used to call her Fuglette cause they thought she was ugly, but I thought she was gorgeous (she still is). I used to try talking to her on the phone - it would take me ages to build up the courage to call, and when I did the conversation sometime wouldn't even last a minute, I'd be so nervous... She has a four year old girl now, but that's about all I know: I still have trouble talking to her :p
So I got home and was sitting on my bed thinking about all the weird shit I probably put this poor girl through when I got a message from another girl, one that I'd sorta seen for 2 weeks at the start of last year. We'd only ever been on one date to the casino (yes yes I'm such a romantic bastard) and then she'd pretty much got sick of me and moved onto someone else. Anyway she sent me a message saying thankyou for the date, and that she'd had fun... which was completely random and unexpected... and kinda nice.
All this leads me to believe that my dreadful run of form with the wimmens (over 4 months and counting) is hopefully going to come to an end soon. God I'm toey lol. Oh yeah and my crazy scotsdrunk came into the bottlo today and left me with these words of wisdom:
"Humpty Dumpty lay on his bed
Little Bo Peep was giving him head
When she was finished she started to weep
She could tell by the taste he'd been fucking her sheep"
On my home from the leagues club I bumped into the very first girl I ever had a crush on, way back when I was 14. Her name is Emma and she lives around the corner from me. She must have thought I was so weird. I'd always have trouble talking to her because I was so shy, so instead I'd do all these crazy things to try impress her. Like I found out she liked Friends (the show) so I used to tape it, then find out the day after if she'd watched it or not. If she hadn't I'd give her the tape. And one Easter I found out that she didn't get any easter eggs, so I got all the ones I had left, bundled them up and handed them to her... then ran off before she could say anything because there were other people around and I didn't want them to tease me hehe. I also used to leave her presents in her mailbox, which come to think it now is a bit freaky. All my friends used to call her Fuglette cause they thought she was ugly, but I thought she was gorgeous (she still is). I used to try talking to her on the phone - it would take me ages to build up the courage to call, and when I did the conversation sometime wouldn't even last a minute, I'd be so nervous... She has a four year old girl now, but that's about all I know: I still have trouble talking to her :p
So I got home and was sitting on my bed thinking about all the weird shit I probably put this poor girl through when I got a message from another girl, one that I'd sorta seen for 2 weeks at the start of last year. We'd only ever been on one date to the casino (yes yes I'm such a romantic bastard) and then she'd pretty much got sick of me and moved onto someone else. Anyway she sent me a message saying thankyou for the date, and that she'd had fun... which was completely random and unexpected... and kinda nice.
All this leads me to believe that my dreadful run of form with the wimmens (over 4 months and counting) is hopefully going to come to an end soon. God I'm toey lol. Oh yeah and my crazy scotsdrunk came into the bottlo today and left me with these words of wisdom:
"Humpty Dumpty lay on his bed
Little Bo Peep was giving him head
When she was finished she started to weep
She could tell by the taste he'd been fucking her sheep"