28-10-2013, 08:19 PM
OK, admittedly when this all happened I was very drunk, but that's no excuse, easily the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me...
Backstory - I met a lass at a house party at my mates, a mate of a lass he went to college with, long story short we had a lot of beer and I ended up doing her in the garage. She wasn't much of a looker and was pretty boring, and thick, so being the mischievous chap (lady garden) that I am I gave her the number of a local takeaway instead of mine and told her to phone me the next day. Heard from my mate who'd heard from the lass at college that she'd phoned me while some of her mates were in the room and ended up pretty embarrassed, and now hated me. Fair play, never gonna see her again.
Story - So, I'm in a club in Leeds about 6 months later trying to pull a lass who was way out of my league (f*ck it, if you're gonna fail, fail properly), and things were actually going half alright until she goes back to her table, where it turns out the lass I'd shagged was sat, then all of a sudden the lass I was chatting up gives me the cold shoulder. As she's walking away, I see the lass I'd shagged waving her little finger in that "hung like a mouse" gesture. Me being pissed, I thought it'd be a great idea to walk over, inform the whole table that she's a liar, and whip out my johnson and bang it on the table...
Bitch slammed a pint glass down on it. Cue me howling in pain, falling over a chair, then seeing my mates laughing...
It's true what they say, time is a funny thing. At the time I was dying of embarrassment, but now it's just a funny story. Does help that a few weeks later one of the lasses at the table that night offered to take me home and make it feel better
Backstory - I met a lass at a house party at my mates, a mate of a lass he went to college with, long story short we had a lot of beer and I ended up doing her in the garage. She wasn't much of a looker and was pretty boring, and thick, so being the mischievous chap (lady garden) that I am I gave her the number of a local takeaway instead of mine and told her to phone me the next day. Heard from my mate who'd heard from the lass at college that she'd phoned me while some of her mates were in the room and ended up pretty embarrassed, and now hated me. Fair play, never gonna see her again.
Story - So, I'm in a club in Leeds about 6 months later trying to pull a lass who was way out of my league (f*ck it, if you're gonna fail, fail properly), and things were actually going half alright until she goes back to her table, where it turns out the lass I'd shagged was sat, then all of a sudden the lass I was chatting up gives me the cold shoulder. As she's walking away, I see the lass I'd shagged waving her little finger in that "hung like a mouse" gesture. Me being pissed, I thought it'd be a great idea to walk over, inform the whole table that she's a liar, and whip out my johnson and bang it on the table...
Bitch slammed a pint glass down on it. Cue me howling in pain, falling over a chair, then seeing my mates laughing...
It's true what they say, time is a funny thing. At the time I was dying of embarrassment, but now it's just a funny story. Does help that a few weeks later one of the lasses at the table that night offered to take me home and make it feel better
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