||[Jan. 22nd, 2010|08:49 am]
Andrew "Andy" Whelan
So I go out on a date with the bar maid of my favourite pub that I have known for a while now, things have always been flirty, she always wants a hug when I come in the pub, awe always have those eye contact smiles you read about in books. So we go out on something I make clear is a date, the whole night its mixed body language, going from being very up close and personal leaning towards me, to the other way. Conversation flows from random general interest all the way to men she currently fancies or is going out on a date with elbowing you out of the way from when you’re supposed to be meeting up again.|
This is someone who has personally told me she likes tall hairy white me, which I am. Who are geeky, check. Tattoos, check. Physical job, check. It’s near insulting that they want someone that is practically you without giving you any thought!
Well at the end I have this big retarded voice in my head like Frankenstein’s monster speaking for the first time saying “friend”!
Teach me for punching above my weight!