There’s a gorgeous girl in the office next to me at work. Statuesque, dark hair, the most amazing eyes and a figure that stops conversation the moment it enters a room. The kind of female a straight guy fantasises about when he cracks off the money shot after ogling porn for 2 hours. She’s that fine.
Anyway, I asked her out last week. Thing is, she’s seeing someone but I took it with the good grace of a true gentleman.
First of all I asked if it was actually one of those "serious" relationships and hence ruled out a quick shag in the broom cupboard at a future drunken office party. I was swiftly informed that this was the case. She looked impressed with my resolve and determination to clarify the situation, or at least that’s the impression I got.
Next, I felt it only fair to let her know that should anything happen to her relationship that I’d be happy to step into the breach, so to say, and fill in for the then-absent partner. Any eventuality would be covered – should he decide he was gay, suddenly just vanish or perhaps find himself involved in a freak car/runaway truck incident resulting in his death or entry into an extreme vegetative state.
She seems to take that well, though for some reason got all coy and stuff when I asked where he lived.
Strange girl.
And it could be read as
(a) you asking her out was fiction, or
(b) you realise her answer was fiction, or
(c) none of the above!
And you lot will actually be believing I really have a pretend dog next.
Sheesh.
Keep that up and I’ll set him on you. DOWN, SATAN!
As a side note, how does one define the word ‘blog’ ? cause i have no idea.
Bless, at least they cannot accuse you of not trying!!!!! š
Crap through her letterbox. It’s the only language these people understand.
hey Mosh – how are your poo’ey smelling fingers this morning?
Hmmm… a late feacal valentine? Say it was jobbies? I like your thinking Mr Duck.
Impressive.
I had to resort to writing a secret fan mail letter to a woman I “met” via work who I was never ever going to see again after today, unless I’d sent said secret fan mail letter. She got it, and twigged it was me. Will be interesting to figure out if I ever do hear from her again. ha!
I’d blog about it but there are people at work…
Let me get this straight.
You asked her out, and she said no. She said she was ‘seeing someone’.
You then enquired if it was serious, and the answer was ‘oh yes, deadly serious’.
You then pushed it even further with ‘hey if he dumps you, or you just fancy a bit on the side, I’ll shag you’?
JJ is spot on. Stalker!
PS I have used the exact same answers myself, and they were lies….
lol! she probably was thinking “STALKER!!”
mmm, let me think about it…
[ponders]
that’ll be a “no” then
Pidgeonlynne – it’s an abbreviation of “weblog”. Web as in World Wide. Log as in log book / journal.
Pidgeonyperson – you’re welcome. I reckon a fair few people won’t know, really. They were called “Weblog”s for a while, but that was very rapidly shortened to “blog” as they’ve been known for a couple of years – about the time the majority of people heard of them.
JJ – wanna sniff?
Read the title of the post, people… Although it does say “might”.
Stalker!!
well thank-you, wonder why i didn’t know that. i’ll have to ask around and see if im the only one.
Well, well, well.
You are the ladies man š