Last night me and my mates who often go out in drag were at a pub quiz night when to my dismay this lad I met and drunkenly felt up the previous weekend at a club nite came in.
He never drinks in this pub and he was on his own so it was pretty obvious he was in there with a view to getting into my undercrackers.
I told my mates that he was a bit of a speccyeyed twat that I flirted with as a dare the other night and didnt expect him to be in here stalking me.
He proceeded to sit with us and shook my hand with his sweaty palm...he smelt of haddock and could of at least washed his hair before coming out....my uncle Jim was in the pub and tried to get him on his way by making him feel uncomfortable but when this lads chin started trembling and a little wet patch appeared on the crotch of his stonewashed jeans Jim felt sorry for him and apologised. This lad said he had some drugs on him so we invited him back to our flat. My flatmate is a coke fiend and on hearing this guy may dish up the spoils he got out of bed and sat paitiently waiting for a sniff...the tight fisted twat just made funny noises and didnt even seem to have a pack of smokes..let alone drugs...tired we fucked off to bed and left him on the sofa....not sure when he left....any advice?