When I was at uni, way back when, I ran the lesbian, gay and bisexual group in the student union, and was well known on campus for it, tho most assumed, wrongly tha I was therefore a lesbian. (everyone always ignored the b!)
Anyway, one night in the bar, the captain of the football team was going on about me being that bloody lesbian from the union, and I overheard him so went over and had an argument with him, during which told him I wasn't a lesbian. He then said prove it. Well I had too or I'd have looked stupid, so Idid, I took him home and proVed it too him all night. :twisted: Probably wasn't quiet what he'd had in mind when he said it, but it worked. They never mistook my sexuality again, andhe was cute and It meant I got the boy all the girls (and half the boys!) wanted.
Ok, I object, I am not a tart! ................ Ok, I know I am, but it was funny and probably the easiest shag he ever got.
I was once actually propositioned with;
If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?'
This was delievered in the most painfully embarrassing, staccato, monotone, scared shitless manner, by a quy I wouldn't touch with a barge pole. I said no, and he buggered off very quickly.
yes burnie and i still haven't recovered to this day :cry:
hey we get propositioned too you know! It's not just the girlies....
Suffice to say I almost ran out of the pub when when I was asked if I fancied having a drink at her place instead of staying in the boozer watching the footie...what did she really expect the answer to be..well she was upset when I asked if we could get back to her place and back to the pub during the half time break...wouldn't have been a problem for me......
should I have started a new thread about blokes being propositioned? YES I AM STILL A NUBE
I used to do a lot of hitch hiking in my youth so had plenty of come ons from truckers and sales reps.. but found i met an altogether freakier kind of bunch once i managed to afford the trains... the belgian erotic club owner on a train from calais to oslo.. the alcoholic divorcee (who said i was the spit of his wife) on a train in germany, who i had to do a runner from in Cologne station... actually, people of all nationalities were kind of drawn to me ( i had some invisible sign that said wierdo.. here!)
i think the silliest one though was when i was sunbathing on a beach in rhodes and the guy from the beach caff came up with a tray with a sandwich and lemonade on it and pointed out to this boat (a pretty small one) and said it was from the guy on there, who promptly waved at me. I waved back, a tad embarassed, only for him to head over about an hour later and invite me out. He was a real cheesy sleaze so i declined, but the guys next to me on the beach started talking to me after that and i shagged one of them instead.
In my halcion days (hope a spelt that right?) I was driving in Liverpool and pulled up at a set of red lights alongside two girls in a car. The gestured to wind the window down and said that I was fit and would like to meet me for a drink. As the lights changed they thew something in my car and drove off.
On the paper was written a name and phone number. I thought what the heck and phoned I went out with those girls and the rest is history....oh and I am not that old
, just out of the blue. When we've played it's been kind of a 'meet, chat, go home, think about it, arrange to meet again for a shag'.
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Gem. x little miss iron knickers