Stupid Question, Stupid Answer.
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I'm fine as I am.
Thanks?
[sup]@Vee: Yeah, he came on-line for about 10 minutes.
And can you get me out of these cuffs now?[/sup]
Thanks?
[sup]@Vee: Yeah, he came on-line for about 10 minutes.
And can you get me out of these cuffs now?[/sup]
That's cool.
Should we make this a violent protest? *Ignite hand*
[sub] Well Waffles, it's been a week and I haven't been killed, have i?
Alright, Sas. *undoes handcuffs*[/sub]
Should we make this a violent protest? *Ignite hand*
[sub] Well Waffles, it's been a week and I haven't been killed, have i?
Alright, Sas. *undoes handcuffs*[/sub]
Sounds fun.
The story of the date is coming, it's just rather long so you can get the full "wtf is she on?" reaction.
Anyway, continue with your discussion?
The story of the date is coming, it's just rather long so you can get the full "wtf is she on?" reaction.
Anyway, continue with your discussion?
Ok, so my blind date:
Me and this girl, called Emily got set up on a blind date by a friend who is known for being a practical joker, so I agreed to this as apparently Emily had already agreed to do it, so I went, warily but hopeful.
I got to where we were meeting a couple of minutes after 7:30 in a snazzy black shirt and smart trousers, as we were sent to a fancy place, because Steven is a dick like that, and I was paying.
Steven says she's a year younger than me and blonde
She turned up almost directly after I did, wearing a low cut red dress, looking -And I very rarely say this, but can't find a better word- really hot.
So we went to the restaurant and had a little ***** about how Steven shouldn't have sent us to the place, blah blah blah, how really she's two years younger than me and actually light brown haired, blah-de-blah-blah-blah, and we get into an actual conversation eventually after eating the starter[footnote]Because hey, you may as well take the opportunity.[/footnote] and it turns out we like and dislike a lot of the same stuff, and I start to think that Steven actually did something nice for a change.
So we go through the rest of the meal, eating and talking, though she seems surprised when I order a coke, but calms down when I tell her it's because I'm driving. She said that makes sense, but she got a taxi, so she's letting herself have a bit of wine.[footnote]Actually, it wasn't very much, she barely finished a glass[/footnote] It makes sense, but is an obvious ploy to get me to give her a lit home, though I take it, because I'm chivalrous like that, so I take her home afterwards.
-This is where it gets slightly odd-
When we arrive at hers at about 8:30, I walk her to the door, maybe a bit hopeful for a goodnight kiss, she asks me to come in for coffee, this is relatively textbook for something that if you don't get now, you won't ever get, but I still object because I have work tomorrow, and I don't know the area too well, so I don't know when I'd have to leave, this was all genuine, and my testes were trying to strangle me at this point.
She insisted, to the point of dragging me inside, telling me that I can leave after the coffee, and that's all it has to be.
So I go with it, reluctantly though.
The inside of her house is pretty normal, a Jebus cross in the toilet, apparently it's her housemate's, there is also a print of the mona lisa on the ceiling of the living room, which is odd, but also her housemate's.
Halfway through a pretty damned good cup of coffee, she comes back from going to the toilet wearing nothing but...
So what do you think?
Fucked up, really fucked up, really really fucked up, or awesome?[footnote]You wouldn't be thinking this if you were there[/footnote]
Me and this girl, called Emily got set up on a blind date by a friend who is known for being a practical joker, so I agreed to this as apparently Emily had already agreed to do it, so I went, warily but hopeful.
I got to where we were meeting a couple of minutes after 7:30 in a snazzy black shirt and smart trousers, as we were sent to a fancy place, because Steven is a dick like that, and I was paying.
Steven says she's a year younger than me and blonde
She turned up almost directly after I did, wearing a low cut red dress, looking -And I very rarely say this, but can't find a better word- really hot.
So we went to the restaurant and had a little ***** about how Steven shouldn't have sent us to the place, blah blah blah, how really she's two years younger than me and actually light brown haired, blah-de-blah-blah-blah, and we get into an actual conversation eventually after eating the starter[footnote]Because hey, you may as well take the opportunity.[/footnote] and it turns out we like and dislike a lot of the same stuff, and I start to think that Steven actually did something nice for a change.
So we go through the rest of the meal, eating and talking, though she seems surprised when I order a coke, but calms down when I tell her it's because I'm driving. She said that makes sense, but she got a taxi, so she's letting herself have a bit of wine.[footnote]Actually, it wasn't very much, she barely finished a glass[/footnote] It makes sense, but is an obvious ploy to get me to give her a lit home, though I take it, because I'm chivalrous like that, so I take her home afterwards.
-This is where it gets slightly odd-
When we arrive at hers at about 8:30, I walk her to the door, maybe a bit hopeful for a goodnight kiss, she asks me to come in for coffee, this is relatively textbook for something that if you don't get now, you won't ever get, but I still object because I have work tomorrow, and I don't know the area too well, so I don't know when I'd have to leave, this was all genuine, and my testes were trying to strangle me at this point.
She insisted, to the point of dragging me inside, telling me that I can leave after the coffee, and that's all it has to be.
So I go with it, reluctantly though.
The inside of her house is pretty normal, a Jebus cross in the toilet, apparently it's her housemate's, there is also a print of the mona lisa on the ceiling of the living room, which is odd, but also her housemate's.
Halfway through a pretty damned good cup of coffee, she comes back from going to the toilet wearing nothing but...
...Lacy, red lingerie.
As you can imagine, I'm rather taken aback by this, but giving in to my furiously screaming testicals, we -ahem- "do the horizontal monster mash" as Lambi says, she was for lack of a better word, "ferocious".
I try to get dressed afterwards, but she gets fluffy handcuffs out of a drawrer or something and cuffs me to the headboard of the bed and I playfully struggle, until she cuffs my feet to the foot too, she goes ahead and does her nails before giving me another round of hide the sausage.
She then lets me go at 9:45-ish according to the alarm clock, and apologises for the cuffs, but she thinks that "I'm really nice, and very good in bed[footnote]Now that surprised me, considering my heart wasn't really in it, and I was slightly distracted by the freaky ass carebear on a shelf, staring at me with eyes of doom[/footnote] and it's been a long time since she has had any action at all, so please don't judge her until the cuffs came into it"
I tell her she's absolutely off her rocker, but if she wants to see me again, then I'll think about it, but it was really f**king weird being semi-raped by a girl with a cross in front of the toilet.
So she sends me on my way after a second shower, feeling really, really creeped out and unable to think of anything but the devil carebear and how there are probably still scratchmarks on my back.
As you can imagine, I'm rather taken aback by this, but giving in to my furiously screaming testicals, we -ahem- "do the horizontal monster mash" as Lambi says, she was for lack of a better word, "ferocious".
I try to get dressed afterwards, but she gets fluffy handcuffs out of a drawrer or something and cuffs me to the headboard of the bed and I playfully struggle, until she cuffs my feet to the foot too, she goes ahead and does her nails before giving me another round of hide the sausage.
She then lets me go at 9:45-ish according to the alarm clock, and apologises for the cuffs, but she thinks that "I'm really nice, and very good in bed[footnote]Now that surprised me, considering my heart wasn't really in it, and I was slightly distracted by the freaky ass carebear on a shelf, staring at me with eyes of doom[/footnote] and it's been a long time since she has had any action at all, so please don't judge her until the cuffs came into it"
I tell her she's absolutely off her rocker, but if she wants to see me again, then I'll think about it, but it was really f**king weird being semi-raped by a girl with a cross in front of the toilet.
So she sends me on my way after a second shower, feeling really, really creeped out and unable to think of anything but the devil carebear and how there are probably still scratchmarks on my back.
So what do you think?
Fucked up, really fucked up, really really fucked up, or awesome?[footnote]You wouldn't be thinking this if you were there[/footnote]