I like you already.... You may be making a sweeping assumption there but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. There is certainly some 'probable tripe' to be seen here. Hmmm. May I pay you back in shoes? I think you should know from the start I don't like red wine. It gives me a pain in the head.
Well apart from the, ah, understated arrogance of the user name I'd guess that the quoted phrase doesn't come across as particularly endearing... Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
O.K!? Shit, you're a pushover. Change my tack to champagne and you'll be mine. If coming over a little slutty. You may pay me back in shoes but I'd prefer you out of them and they filled with bubbly, I'll drink it down with your footsweat and toejam and rejoice in you.
Well I am asking for a date on a website forum whatever that tells you about me. sometimes you just have to wade through probable tripe though to be sure. It's a bit like kissing frogs to find prince's (esses). You see there it is. The bubbles just go to my head and make it hurt much like red wine. Is 'coming over a little slutty' a bad thing in your book? Well if we start now I'm sure you'll have the bootlaces undone by bedtime. I'd think twice about drinking champers out of them though. The athletes foot and all...Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
You see, there you go mentioning bedtime, all I said was my side of the bed. My, we do seem to be cutting to the chase don't we? Is this how Scidating goes? I'm debating myself whether to get all innuendoish. Help me dear.
Call me innocent (or naive) but that went right over my head... Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Packed all her stuff and ready to move in with the girl on the first date. (the punchline in the US is "A U-Haul," but I didn't know if the U-Haul reference would go over across the water.)
And I'm reminded of the Raven who, when the moving van approaches feigns disinterest at the hitherto focus of its attention, ,a plevey of ripe maggots feeding on the roadkill carcass, and skulks away like the harbinger of gloom it cannot pretend not to engender and falls flat. The undertaker of the immovable feast. Grind me Sniffy.
Here we are. Not even on our first date and you've fallen out with me already! I don't have a penis I can't grind you as such but I know a man who can.
This is our first date. I could cry now or take your mandible slightly forcibly and cradle it betwixt thumb and my tixt and pry my tongue tonsilwards. What say you sweetness?