Was walking along with a LADy (7/10) at Reading Festival and made some comment or other that apparently warranted a playful slap in the balls (They really don't understand how much it hurts). A bloke walks past as I'm bent over in pain, immediately realises what's happened and hands me a full, unopened can of beer "to take the edge off". Faith in strangers restored and I shagged her that night. LuckyItWasOnTheThursdayLAD
The girl you pulled at creamfields probably wasn't a 9.5, you were just off your tits. Also she definitely had festival fanny. PlentyOfCreamInHerFieldLAD
On the topic of ClumsyLAD, anyone else got any harrowing attempts at trying to chat up birds but ending horribly? Spent a good couple of hours once chatting to a bird in a bar, can't remember how I opened as I was smashed but came to having a decent chat, things are going well. She's early 30's, and not wanting to give the game away I say i'm late 20's (actually in early 20's). Conversation turns to a scintillating dance, and my hands at this point are running wild up and down her bod, and her mates are not far but seem comfortable with me advancing further. Right this is going well I thought, probably should ask this girl for her number. Anyway grab the number, and think could probably push for her to come back to mine. Out of nowhere she drops a Randy Orton style finisher and tells me that she is married. At what fucking point did she not think to mention that earlier? ThanksforthememoriesLAD.