CynthiasSocks said:

I would do JOHN now (he's sexier now to me) and Tom Wopat back then. I had it bad for him. That was the male camel toe show for days. Someone on the org had a different name for it, was it mamel toe?

M

MIGUELGOMEZ said:

Smallville's Sugar Daddy!!!


You know growing up I had a Dukes of Hazard beach towel and me and my friend Rebecca would pretend to make out with the duke boys, but I wanted John and Rebecca was like but I'm the girl so you have to do Tom. Years later it pisses me off because IT WAS MY BEACH TOWEL AND I TOTALLY SHOULD HAVE BEEN WITH JOHN!

CynthiasSocks said:

This is fucking hilarious.


M

I need more. Let's see.

Ask him if he's interested in John Waters' movies. That's always the give away. But then again I don't think my gaydar is going to work in any part of Europe.


M

There's a bloke whom started working in my office about a
01. He looks a little like Alan Cumming;
02. He goes to the theatre;
03. He said that the last time he went out was with his sister - not a girlfriend or his mates, but his sister;
04. He's about 27 but I got the feeling that his parents were elderly;
05. He's interested in the military but not so much that he wants to be an actual soldier.

What do you think?

05. He's interested in the military but not so much that he wants to be an actual soldier.

BinaryJustin said:

BertSchweitzer said:

Don't you think that's a sign, Dr. Schweitzer?

I guess I should add a postscript to this...

He was on my bus again on Friday morning! I've sort of looked at him a bit more closely and his features aren't as angular as Alan Cumming's. He sort of looks like Paul Mc.Cartney circa 1968...



Anyway, I sat down next to him and I don't know how we got onto the subject but we started to discuss local councils erecting "urban art". Apparently, in his hometown, the council comissioned a sculpture of four gigantic rusty nails hammered into the ground! As if the North of England wasn't grim enough! lol

So we laughed about that and then I told him about Liverpool City Council comissioning Yoko Ono to place art around their city last year. Well, she decided to put up huge photographic posters of tits and pussies. It was meant to represent "mothers". He laughed at this. A lot.

(As an aside, if you want to read about Yoko's Liverpool faux-pas, click here: http://newswww.bbc.net.uk...701434.stm for a typical news report. It really is like something out of South Park, isn't it?)

After work, we met at the bus stop again but this annoying menopausal harridan called Tracy started chatting to us in the rain. Once we got on the bus, he sat on the left near to the window, I sat next to him but this Tracy sat across from me, on the next aisle of seats. She just wouldn't shut up.

I still don't even know his name. So I'll call him "Bob" for the purposes of this story...

Me: So. Um. Are you going anywhere special over the weekend?
Bob: Nothing planned.
Tracy: So I said to my manager, "It's not fair that Amanda gets all this time off and I can't book a day off for the next fortnight". I was fuming.
Me: Well, I'm working tomorrow during the day, but I'm free all Saturday night and Sunday.
Bob: I'm not sure if I'm doing something on Sunday. My mates are going to [inaudible] but I'm not that keen on drinking during the day. I'm not a big drinker.
Tracy: So, I say to her, "So fucking what if Amanda's pregnant? She's not due to start her maternity leave for another month!" She's milking it already. She's going to get nine months off with pay but I think she's already putting her feet up right now. The lazy bitch.
Me: Tracy? Didn't Amanda get rushed away in an ambulance the other week?
Tracy: Yeah - Exactly! She's just putting it on. The lazy cow. We can all get pregnant. She's nothing bloody special. She's just a bloody drama queen. Ooh, look at me - I'm pregnant.
Me: Listen, if you want to meet up sometime...
Bob: ...
Me: Well, I mean if you're bored or at a loose end...
Bob: Yeah?
Me: Well, you should call me. I mean. Um. Only if you're bored. I guess you'd have to be really bored to want to call me. I mean, you don't even know me. I. Um...
Bob: Okay. Yeah.
Me: I mean... I guess you'd have to be really, really, really, really bored. But if you ever are really, really, really, really bored. Just ring me.
Tracy: Don't you usually get off here, Justin? Isn't this your stop? Aren't you getting off Justin?
Me: No Tracy. I have to go to the shops to get some... Um... milk.

I said my goodbyes, bought a newspaper and headed to the nearest boozer to gather my thoughts and chainsmoke.

Whilst studying my horoscope in the paper, I realised that I didn't give him my phone number!

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bad grammar edit!
[Edited 10/2/05 8:59am]

Kudos on talking about ERECTING ART. Keep on trying. It kinda seems like he's interested. Be more assertive the next time you speak to him.

M

this annoying menopausal harridan called Tracy

I guess I should add a postscript to this...

He was on my bus again on Friday morning! I've sort of looked at him a bit more closely and his features aren't as angular as Alan Cumming's. He sort of looks like Paul Mc.Cartney circa 1968...



Anyway, I sat down next to him and I don't know how we got onto the subject but we started to discuss local councils erecting "urban art". Apparently, in his hometown, the council comissioned a sculpture of four gigantic rusty nails hammered into the ground! As if the North of England wasn't grim enough! lol

So we laughed about that and then I told him about Liverpool City Council comissioning Yoko Ono to place art around their city last year. Well, she decided to put up huge photographic posters of tits and pussies. It was meant to represent "mothers". He laughed at this. A lot.

(As an aside, if you want to read about Yoko's Liverpool faux-pas, click here: http://newswww.bbc.net.uk...701434.stm for a typical news report. It really is like something out of South Park, isn't it?)

After work, we met at the bus stop again but this annoying menopausal harridan called Tracy started chatting to us in the rain. Once we got on the bus, he sat on the left near to the window, I sat next to him but this Tracy sat across from me, on the next aisle of seats. She just wouldn't shut up.

I still don't even know his name. So I'll call him "Bob" for the purposes of this story...

Me: So. Um. Are you going anywhere special over the weekend?
Bob: Nothing planned.
Tracy: So I said to my manager, "It's not fair that Amanda gets all this time off and I can't book a day off for the next fortnight". I was fuming.
Me: Well, I'm working tomorrow during the day, but I'm free all Saturday night and Sunday.
Bob: I'm not sure if I'm doing something on Sunday. My mates are going to [inaudible] but I'm not that keen on drinking during the day. I'm not a big drinker.
Tracy: So, I say to her, "So fucking what if Amanda's pregnant? She's not due to start her maternity leave for another month!" She's milking it already. She's going to get nine months off with pay but I think she's already putting her feet up right now. The lazy bitch.
Me: Tracy? Didn't Amanda get rushed away in an ambulance the other week?
Tracy: Yeah - Exactly! She's just putting it on. The lazy cow. We can all get pregnant. She's nothing bloody special. She's just a bloody drama queen. Ooh, look at me - I'm pregnant.
Me: Listen, if you want to meet up sometime...
Bob: ...
Me: Well, I mean if you're bored or at a loose end...
Bob: Yeah?
Me: Well, you should call me. I mean. Um. Only if you're bored. I guess you'd have to be really bored to want to call me. I mean, you don't even know me. I. Um...
Bob: Okay. Yeah.
Me: I mean... I guess you'd have to be really, really, really, really bored. But if you ever are really, really, really, really bored. Just ring me.
Tracy: Don't you usually get off here, Justin? Isn't this your stop? Aren't you getting off Justin?
Me: No Tracy. I have to go to the shops to get some... Um... milk.

I said my goodbyes, bought a newspaper and headed to the nearest boozer to gather my thoughts and chainsmoke.

Whilst studying my horoscope in the paper, I realised that I didn't give him my phone number!

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bad grammar edit!
[Edited 10/2/05 8:59am]

Your next meeting will tell alot . If he's friendly toward you as usual (or more so , you may be in business. If hes more quiet or avoiding I think you have your answer.

newpower99 said:

I chickened out this morning. I think I subconsciously made myself late for work, so I wouldn't see him on the bus.

I'd been drinking last night with one of my crazy neighbours. I never usually drink on a Sunday night but I was walking back home through the village and my crazy neighbour phoned my mobile, asking if I wanted a drink. I was pretty tipsy last night and woke up feeling like shite. My eyes had big black rings around them, like a panda and my skin looked grey. I didn't want the bus-boy to see me up close, looking like that. I also hung back a little after five o'clock, so I'd catch a later bus home.

Aw, come one Justin!!! It's hard to be rootin' for ya if you don't take the plunge. You're a sweetheart. He'd be crazy not to be crazy about you.

Stymie said:

I've sort of put the ball in his court though. I mean, I don't even know if he's gay. I don't want him to think that I'm some psycho-stalker or something.

I'll get an early night and see if he's on the same bus again tomorrow morning.

newpower99 said:

I chickened out this morning. I think I subconsciously made myself late for work, so I wouldn't see him on the bus.

I'd been drinking last night with one of my crazy neighbours. I never usually drink on a Sunday night but I was walking back home through the village and my crazy neighbour phoned my mobile, asking if I wanted a drink. I was pretty tipsy last night and woke up feeling like shite. My eyes had big black rings around them, like a panda and my skin looked grey. I didn't want the bus-boy to see me up close, looking like that. I also hung back a little after five o'clock, so I'd catch a later bus home.

ALot of u single people out there are missing the fun of life on the buses.


Always at least one fit girl on a bus when i get on it.


Bet they love it when i sit next to them and blast out some Hammer.

thesexofit said:

do you tell them stories about your hairy arms in the shower too?

newpower99 said:

Funny u should say that. This girl at work always takes the piss out of my hairy hands, making some silly comment about if u have hairy hands, that means u wank more. When people overhear these repetitive conversations, they assume I wank alot?

thesexofit said:

Where do you work?

For the first time this week, we were on the same bus again!

His name is Gareth.

We chatted at the bus stop a little - and I mean a little because the bus came straight away.

It was fairly busy on the bus and there were no two seats free next to each other.

He sort of sat on the left aisle and I sat on the right but he was behind me. I felt a bit weird and wondered if I should turn around but he started talking to me!

Unfortunately, the bus driver had the radio on really loud playing some awful pop-dirge and there were about seven kids at the back of the bus, messing with their mobile phones. I think they were swapping ring-tones and previewing them. Who knows? Anyway, it was really annoying and I couldn't hear what he was saying properly.

He said that he went out for a little while on Sunday but had to go home early because his brother had a birthday party at home. I really couldn't hear what he was saying properly and kept nodding. I'm sure he said that his brother's father's best friend had passed away on the Saturday - meaning they were half-brothers or step-brothers or something. I don't know.

The woman I was sat next to, got up, so I moved to her seat and the seat to my left was now free. I sat there, wondering if he'd sit next to me - and he did!

I still couldn't hear him properly though. It was one fucking noisy bus. I'm sure he said something like "We could have met up on Saturday because I didn't do anything", but I might have imagined this. I just nodded and said that I was fast running out of money as I get paid monthly. We were only sat together for a few minutes as my stop was next. I should have stayed on. I wasn't thinking properly. I panicked as I was scared of saying the wrong thing because I really, really couldn't hear him properly.

I'm going to ask him if he wants a drink after work, tomorrow.

For the first time this week, we were on the same bus again!

His name is Gareth.

We chatted at the bus stop a little - and I mean a little because the bus came straight away.

It was fairly busy on the bus and there were no two seats free next to each other.

He sort of sat on the left aisle and I sat on the right but he was behind me. I felt a bit weird and wondered if I should turn around but he started talking to me!

Unfortunately, the bus driver had the radio on really loud playing some awful pop-dirge and there were about seven kids at the back of the bus, messing with their mobile phones. I think they were swapping ring-tones and previewing them. Who knows? Anyway, it was really annoying and I couldn't hear what he was saying properly.

He said that he went out for a little while on Sunday but had to go home early because his brother had a birthday party at home. I really couldn't hear what he was saying properly and kept nodding. I'm sure he said that his brother's father's best friend had passed away on the Saturday - meaning they were half-brothers or step-brothers or something. I don't know.

The woman I was sat next to, got up, so I moved to her seat and the seat to my left was now free. I sat there, wondering if he'd sit next to me - and he did!

I still couldn't hear him properly though. It was one fucking noisy bus. I'm sure he said something like "We could have met up on Saturday because I didn't do anything", but I might have imagined this. I just nodded and said that I was fast running out of money as I get paid monthly. We were only sat together for a few minutes as my stop was next. I should have stayed on. I wasn't thinking properly. I panicked as I was scared of saying the wrong thing because I really, really couldn't hear him properly.

I'm going to ask him if he wants a drink after work, tomorrow.

Be careful of the nodding when you cant hear him..that could be dangerous.