Goodbye, even though you're blue, perhaps.

Who Loves Who The Most?

cock-teaser

I know your only playing hard to get . . . . I know I'm on the REAL ladder :)

//Slimy arsewipe, he was getting so fucking stroppy about not pulling an obviously available chick in a meatmarket (as if), //

he wouldn't happen to be old and ugly would he?

well it really begs the question how do you start a conversation with someon you don't know without sounding like a slimey creep?

Some people just exude confidence and/or consideration. One of my best friends is forty, 6'6", built like a brick shithouse with a face like a bulldog - I met him through a mate at a pub get-together - we chatted for about five minutes about the weather, he asked if I'd like to head up the sky tower for a drink and we fobbed off all his and my friends to go do that.

Don't even believe for a second that people are judging you purely on your looks. If you're flaky or insecure it doesn't matter how pretty you are, people pick up on it within minutes. I agree that you might fare better if you're pretty, but eventually flaky/insecure/arrogant just turns people off. If you start up a conversation with any kind of little niggle rattling around in the back of your head like "bitch, I bet she ignores me because I'm ugly" then she'll ignore you. This guy was on the defensive the moment I said one word to him, if he'd been more considerate or amiable rather than prancing around going "oooOOOOooo, geeeez, I was just asking you a question, no need to bite my head off" whenever I answered him with short-(and-decreasingly)-polite answers, I would've made more of an effort.

well that makes complete sense, good effort there, but I'd rather keep those me-against the-world wanker fantasies than make the effort to be a person. It all sounds too tiring. And in the end you still don't 'get the girl' if you've got a face like an orange roughy.

..and your knowledge about what goes on in mens minds, with this fellow, and in general, is quite frightening.

most annoying one i had was at a mogwai gig in Germany. There was doof doof in the room next to the right side, so to escape that i moved to the left side, only to have some smelly feral German with bare feet try it on. I told him i didn't speak German, so he tried it on in English. Could he not see that i was completely there to see one of my favourite bands? Did he not get the hint when i SSSHed him very violently? Did he still think he was in with a shot when i swiped his hand away from my arm? Was he going to club me over the head and drag me back to his cave when he followed me back to the doof doof side of the room? Goddamn boys are stupid sometimes.....

Maybe he could sense another kindred feral, Kirk? Was he a gay feral?

lice are attracted to clean, shampooed hair....

damn, did the moustache not fool you? you really are smart....

It was you, wasn't it?

he didn't used to be the bass player in Lung by any chance, cos that guy's been pulling off that sort of behaviour around Wellington alot (ie. to two different wifes with two different babies, not at the same time though). Despicable!!!

OOooooh Yuk! There's more than one slimeball running round town pulling that shit.

Why do people have babies with people they can't stand?

You'll always be my insurance policy.

//You'll always be my insurance policy.

Aww shucks, that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me all week.

fuck no

A-HA!

"Heather in 3-in-a-bed sex romp shock horror probe. Double J and Twice the T unavailable for comment."

That just made me dry retch.