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goblins are where it's at
"Now get ready for my wave of mutilation as I gouge away with my bone machine. La la love you."
AAAAND MY LIGHTAAA IS HEYELD DOWN BY MAH THUUUMB
and paint whiskers on your face and do little dances to bamnans djing. Goldmine for the alt-bbz
I'm just going to ^this dinner? posts and hope it pays off instead.
girl before that I was working at a bar and she was with a mate, I noticed she was sitting on her own for about two hours with a HUGE pile of glasses on the table so I went over to clear it, she got talking, arranged to meet up. About a year into going out she said she'd collected all the glasses in the room so I'd have to come over and she'd have an excuse to talk to me :D
me and my friend were drunk and we wanted whisky and coke so went to off licence and asked for Bells Whisky
We didn't check the bag
He'd given us Baileys
Girl at party laughed at my predicament
Turns out Baileys makes you a sex object
I was dressed as the Fonz, she was dressed as a grandmother...
Earlier in the day, I bought a jar of pig head for a joke from local polish shop.
Came back to house with housemates (she was one). 3 of us ate pig head. Other one went to bed. Sexy times.
Been together 4 and a half years now. Possibly all thanks to pig head.
Tracked me down!
I fell in love with him having the cojones to get in touch through the friend to say he hadn't taken the number down correctly, laughing in the face of any risk and shame that I had purposely given him the wrong one (I hadn't). Whatta man!
I didn't shave my legs for a month to stop myself sleeping with him too quickly. I was a slut back then, but I'd never sleep with someone if I had hairy legs no matter how plastered I was
Met her at an indie club night through a mutual friend who she told that she liked me.
Bit more to it than that but not putting it on here.
This one's staying in the bag. It would sound worse than it was.
we met up at 1234 Festival last year and we sort of hit it off. I broke up with my ex 2 weeks later, then 2 weeks after that I went to visit Matthew in Oxford and kissed him in a really tacky gay club whilst Carly Rae Jepson's 'Call Me Maybe' was playing in the background. It was very romantic.
messaged me and moved to aberdeen where there was more money for being a nanny. we got together and have never looked back. :D
last before that: random night out with work. she was technically my boss. oops.
I moved into a student house with 5 randomers who all knew each other, they all knew the flat above also. I was repeating my last year so had 10 ready made friends which was nice as everyone else had jobs or moved back home. Fancied her for a bit then made my move while out on the pish. Hooked up, have been together since. 2004 that was, we have a baby now.
she was trying to get past me and just stopped, so i said hi and bought her a drink and then we pashed and now she's my girlfriend
She made a frickin' BEELINE for you!
Congrats on still being together, that's nice.
which is funny
That's really great.
The amount of people who I've either messaged on OKC or have messaged me on Gumtree (for spare rooms) who I've later met IRL is ridiculous.
Actually, I recently went on a date with someone from OKC who had messaged me on Gumtree about our room! That's weird.
Went on a date with a girl from OKC. She had a fairly distinctive first name, and during the date I found out she had a VERY distinctive surname. This rang a bell so I got my phone out and pulled up an email that she'd sent about 6 months previously asking about her spare room, that I'd never replied to. Didn't go down too well.
Also, last week I was in a pub and my friend was in the same pub with a big group of her friends celebrating someone's birthday.
A girl I was chatting to for a while on OKC and had arranged to go on a date with (but never ended up doing) was in there with them and they all ended up singing happy birthday to me once they found out it was also my birthday.
That was fucking excruciating.
I really wanted to message the girl to ask if she recognised but that might've been a bit weird.
But do it. Can't harm.
"A drink" turned into 6 hours of chatting and dinner and me getting drunk and her not seeming to mind. Good start.
We didn't meet until a while after then, and wasn't expecting me to be Scottish. Which was on my profile, as it's about the only thing I've got going for me.
She was dressed as Tom Baker era Dr Who, I was dressed as a stormtrooper (Star Wars variety, not Nazi)...
Got outrageously drunk. Took her back to mine and banged her.
Woke up in the morning, naked, confused and with 2 condoms on the floor - neither of which contained even a globule of jizz.
It's now been 6 years.
"A rock concert"
I climbed inside, the rest is history. By which i mean it's a matter of public record
What i described was rape
I think MITS told this story a while back..
Threw her an extra twenty for a brown tie
Then we hooked up a couple of weeks later at a party at the house of three DiSers. Then we properly got together several months later after drunken times at ATP. So far, so good.
a mutual friend asked me if i fancied her (my current girlfriend), i said yes, she made us go outside for a cigarette together and we talked it out. That was 2 1/2 years ago and we now live together. The 'beer garden' at the wellington is basically a skanky back alley, and this is where we shared our first kiss. Romance indeed.
Love the wellington!
Should be ready by May or so. Looking forward to it!
after we met briefly at work.
we started chatting and realised we both had a keen interest in films. decided to go to see the new batman film at the time. ended up going out together. THE END
We met two weeks later at the doors of Southwark Cathedral. 18 months later, we're living together.
She had a thing on her profile about liking old English churches (despite the fact she's Jewish and American) which was prompted my message. The first time she came up to Essex a few weeks later, I took her to visit.
I wish my boyfriend liked old churches
You'll get married in that church.
It is a very nice church.
Down the pub on her ex's birthday (I was out with my mate who was a friend of said ex).
Last fumble- she was off her face and trying to score with another mate all night. I ended up having my wicked way with her after she threw herself on me in the back of a taxi.
You fucked her in the back of the taxi?
We were walking together from a bar to a terrible club in town. On the way they said they weren't really up for going and asked if I wanted to do something else. We paused our progress. I said I could think of something and went for the kiss. Smoothest/cheesiest line I have pulled in my entire life.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA omg cant breathe!!!
She was on her year abroad in Madrid and came back to university to visit some friends for a week. We hit if off, and a one night stand turned into me visiting her in Madrid and sitting on the plane wondering what on earth I was doing. Three years later we're living together. I seduced her with my cooking skills apparently. Though on the night we met I was a vegetarian (since moved on, you cannot date a French girl and not be carnivorous) and she tried to drunkenly force a burger down my throat. Not a euphemism.
was it a fur burger?
is acceptable (thats bigger praise than it might at first appear)
Reckon we eat meat once or twice per week
and I got off with her mate. LAD
(then about a year later I moved to London and we went on some dates bish bash bosh)
i was with a group of friends and was bored. got talking to her at the bar and bought her a brandy.
Started off as just mates, ended up as more. Etc.
it was bound to happen.
that was a fair while before we hooked up
Let's say how did you meet your last boyfriend/girlfriend.
But when I was with someone we met at the Bradley Spanish Bar (just off Tottenham Court Road). We met the next night and the night after. It went on like this for two weeks. He painted me a picture and asked if we were together.
All fell apart though, he couldn't speak fucking English.
Then devoured the succulent cob.
She swished your kebab
Piss off autocorrect
Nothing like being swished with a kebab IN YR FACE!
Both a bit (lot) worse for wear, she was sitting by the side of the dancefloor with her head in her hands, I went over to check she was ok and offer some water.
Been together for over 12 years now, married for more than 6
Used to love Escape From Samsara...
It's where I met my previous ex
Place was a bloody death trap
was at a trance night?
Just the way he likes them
That's really cute.
Still wouldn't tempt me to a trance night ;)
So I just wandered around with my dick out till she bounded over.
A real test of our friendship
genuine office lols
so posted about it on here. I asked her if she wanted to shit in my mouth and the rest, as they say, is history!
The last one has been a friend of mine for a long time and it is complicated.
Also I'm not you're fucking friend. Stop telling people this.
and don't lie.
we met at a a squatter band gig.
I think I brought her a drink, danced in front of her and said something rude.
Someone asked me if I could drive the black ambulance to a squat party in stamford hill,I tried a practice drive, down a quiet road tried but I was too drunk to manage such an unfamiliar awkward large vehicle. So we got in the back to go on to the party....we had a quick kiss in the back of the black ambulance but to stop our mate 'Mark' from feeling left out we also had to kiss him. we left the party and went back to Clissold estate......walking past a clothing place I asked Melissa and Mark to help me take some of the black netting off cuts out of their junk material bin (I was decorating my room with it)
I was going up to my stairwell to my flat and I beckoned Melissa over to say goodnight properly and we had a properkiss, as this happened I released the massess of tightly bunched up black netting which fell and opened up around us at the bottom of the stairwell (we were all in black too, naturally)
Then we we were being quite rude.....until my flatmate noisily returned with two smackhead girls he'd found......I suspect his nose was a bit put out as he was probably expecting me to be impressed at this.
Went up to my flat and had an awesome night with mrs knees.
didnt want to go into work the next day.....I didnt want to spoil it because i am a romantic.....I didnt even want to phone in because I didnt want to say "Im not coming in today because I've had a fantastic last night when I met a fantastic woman and it would be a really foolish stupid life decision to come into work right now and spoil the moment" Instead I would have to have fibbed about illness and I really didnt even want to soil my myself with such matters........I didnt get my contract renewed cos of this :)
You've got a lad haven't you? Try and tell it when you're ferrying him and his mates somewhere in a car, when one of the following topics "innocently" arise: squats, stamford hill, black ambulances, sick days off work.
A true gentleman, the way you talk about your wife. :)
This is too sweet.
I was 28 she was 23.
That's the most convoluted euphemism I've ever heard.
that I was not in a fit state to drive it(Id never driven it before and I normally feel quite nervous about driving vehicles bigger than a car),
i was feeling pretty invincible
normally im really against drunk driving
but it seemed pretty tempting
to drive a black anarchy ambulance full of drunken squatter anarchists from a gig to a party with (hopefully) someone I wanted.......seemed like living the dream......I just had to admit my limitations and turn it down a notch
(like in the young ones where they drive off in the bus)
i honestly cant remember how it happened. i had a coat on that made me look like paddington bear so it was probably that
Apparently I was the first person whose calls she listened to. She thought i was a dick but she says she fancied me. I had a long term gf at the time. We got on at work, good friends. She quit a year before I did. I invited her to my leaving do when I finally packed it in, we kept in touch. When I split up with my gf last year we went for a brew and a chat, ended up organising a night out with some old work friends. Got very pissed, ended up at her mate's flat in town. Had a little drunken snog on the way to a taxi. Several slightly awkward, not-really-dates later...
of university back in 2009. She wasn't interested. Then I gave up and we all went home for Christmas. Then in March we were pished on superbowl night in the student bar I finally was like 'lawl you have to kiss me or our other friend' and 15 minutes later we stopped kissing and the whole bar applauded. It was weird. Still together. Shit story.
and told her to look into one of those bincoluar viewfinder things you have to put a coin in to operate. I said "Look in here and you'll be able to see the future". As she looked, I stood in front of it and dangled my willy across the lens.
Did you stand on you hands upside down so your penis could be at the lens of the binocular - they are usually mounted at head height.
I doubt the binocular was able to focus on your cock - too close to the lense.
but you'd be disgusted and appalled by it. It's like Life of Pi.
When I found out I gave up chasing her. When I did this, she managed to convince me it was actually me she really liked, and the other guy was just a temporary fascination.
Still bugs me, but we're happy.
would you not bother?
75% of relationships are based on compromise.
and base my opinion on whichever stranger happens to reply
and not sarcastic, snippy comments
Rather than presume that she was waiting for a guy to return I seized the opportunity to approach her and talk crap (I'd seen her around looking cute and we had some mutual friends but I hadn't ever spoken to her).
First actual date turned into a pub crawl around many now defunct Brum bars.
Follow up date was to see Julien Donkey Boy at an arts centre where we chuckled about the number of old bastards in converse trying to hang on to their youth (which we have since become ourselves).
Writing this has irked me cos I'm at work and not doing the infinitely more fun thing of hanging out with her instead.
vine to lower the tone.
what a dick.
and mucked around with him for a while, played loud music and swung around on chairs and made things in the kitchen. We'd also call the public phone boxes and when people would answer it we speak with a vocoder asking the how there night was, just that kinda thing. We ended up taking the elevator down and that's when things got pretty hot. We made out, and luckily the doors downstairs didn't open up to anyone. We walked back to mine and the rest is history.
Arranged to meet up when I came about that we'd be in a similar place at a similar time.
Got drunk and had a bit of a snog.
Went of holiday ten days later.
Went on holiday again a few weeks after that.
He moved to Newcastle. I spent a few months coming up whenever I could.
I got a job in the north east and moved here.
A month later we were official. Almost a year after we first met.
The honeymoon period has to end sometime.
Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girls dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day.
I was singing Don't Go Breaking My Heart in duet with Olegrich when she snatched the mic from my hand saying that I wasn't allowed to sing the ladie's bit cos I wasn't a lady.
I was affronted and went to give her a piece of my mind afterwards and she was like *fuck off, it's my birthday, buy me whiskey*.
So several whiskies, a couple of renditions of the Irish national anthem and me lying about my bus journey later I got her number.
First date I had tickets to Rilo Kiley but I couldn't be arsed so sold them and used the money to go on the piss with her.
Second date I took her to the Dali exhbition and the Tate modern (to show I'm cultured) and to a Japanese place in Soho (to show I'm worldly). Then we went to a shit Irish bar and watched Ireland narrowly squeak past Italy in a rugby world cup warm up match and then I nearly got into a fight with a lairy Frenchman. It augured well for the continuation of her relationship that the incident didn't bother her
...actually, she moved into my student house, I was smitten from minute one but had no idea she liked me at all, until she came back drunk from a party one night and kept hugging me and I of course refused her advances as I thought she was just being drunk and deluded. Just had our ninth wedding anniversary and I still live in fear she will sober up one day and realise her mistake.
...But yea I brought up a bit of vom.
And this larger black woman stopped me and said 'Dats a really good Jackie Chan Boi, want sum suga?' . Now I wasnt quite sure what she meant by that but was quite dizzy as had been wandering about for a few hours by this stage and my blood suga(r) levels were quite low and as she was obese I thought she might have a good selection of chocolate, so I went into her flat. She then said 'huney you sure look sweaty, why don't baby Boi go have a shower' I instantly thought this was a bit strange but was so dizzy I agreed and just said 'Good idea, you go and get the chocolate ready' She winked at me. I had my shower (instantly felt less dizzy) and as I was getting dry, I hear from the other room "Chocolates ready!!!" The rest is I suppose is a bit too explicit, we are to marry in Autumn
One might say, ahem, guffaw, that you are something of a, ho ho, dizzee rascal!
I've spelled dizzy that way deliberately in a reference to the popular UK rapping star.
Met up for drinks after work and got talking about how Angela Lansbury was always the bad girl hottie in 1950's cowboy flicks.
Didn't really see each other for about 4-5 months. Saw him again at the pub. He then arranged another night out with the group and kitchmos lady friends friend was all over him. Then he took me upstairs in the Macbeth and planted his gigantic lips on me. I freaked out (obvs) then ended up staying at his (no sexy times) and he didn't even make me a cup of tea in the morning. DICK.
He took me out a week later for dinner and drinks and it was lovely. That was 2 years ago. Now I live with the cunt and shout at him for walking too slow to the station.
he could have taken her up the Hoxton Bar and Grill, what a loser.
I cannot believe those open mics were two years ago and I failed to make it to even one of them.
ended up chatting on facebook over xmas 2012 at about 4am as she was the only person online, (as was I) and it all took off from there, I actually asked her out on a date a few times and got blown off after we started talking, we've been together a bit over a year now, and I couldn't be happier and all that.
You've been together for a year but you only started talking to her in Xmas 2012 i.e. 5 months ago. Highly dubious.
set it up to look at some dissers' profiles, forgot about it, went back on about a year later to disable it and just happened to have a look at this guy who had a nice photo and awesome music taste - before xmas went out with Verbal and got drunk, came home and there was a message asking me for a drink that night so I said yes and met him ten minutes later. That was December and we've seen each other almost everyday since. He was only person I ever looked at properly on there, only person I messaged, then I deleted my profile a few days later. Good work, OKC.
and were friends for about 7 months before (unofficially) starting to hook up, then got together officially about a year after we'd first met. That was at a Los Campesinos gig at the Barfly I think (well internet).
Now it's seven years later and we live together and we're buying a flat together and that. The sad part of the story is that he's now TOO BUSY AND IMPORTANT to come and waste time on Drowned in Sound dot com any more.
on work, when he's at work now. Poor show.
I'm not Bamos :(
for about three years. He split from his long term girlfriend so we started hanging out -- going to shows, record shopping, etc. One night we saw Wavves at this really tiny club but spent the entire show sitting in the back talking and not paying attention to the band. When we got into his car at the end of the night, he put on Mansun's "Six" and asked if he could kiss me. We've had some tremendous ups and downs (and even over a year apart) but it's been nearly five years since he first kissed me to Mansun and now we're planning to get married in the next couple of years! /happyendings
but points for effort
the song playing when he first kissed me :\
it took him 80 minutes? what a square.
no replies, wow
he asked me out over lotus notes
That was my last bit of action
is that I'm relatively envious of yr story
She was buying a ticket from a friend of mine.
IS THERE NO HOPE
then came the obligatory "hey, I think I like you"
"hey, I like you too and I just split with my ex who's an asshole by the way."
Let this kissing commence!
The story of the initiation of my last relationship is thus:
Met up with an ex-girlfriend who I hadn't seen for a while, definitely a favourite of mine in a conversational sense, and we got talking over a couple of drinks about what we were both up to. She told me she thought I was mildly depressed and I needed to stop moaning and get a job and a girlfriend (she is now a qualified psychotherapist, I assume she is more tactful with her patients!).
We had decided to go to a new club night, but clearly the promoters hadn't put the hard yards in, or it was suffering from there being far too much stuff to do in Brighton, or both. Anyway, we were pretty much the only people there, but just as we were having this conversation and thinking of hitting a local meat market, a big group of female foreign students walked in. She was like -- right Dan, you are going to talk to one of these girls, ok? --- I was like -- umm, yeah ok, why not --- went for the bookish looking brunette with glasses, obviously.
I thought they might be German or French, turns out they were largely Swedish. I ask the girl her name and she replies, somewhat cautiously ... Fanny. Naturally, with a knowingly earnest expression, I tell her my name is Dick. Plain sailing from there, really.
and had always got on really well, but at the time I was in another relationship so didn't really think anything of it other than "aw, she's a nice person."
My relationship eventually ended and I had a year or so single until I met her again at a music night and remembered how much I liked her. A mutual friend knew I went running a lot so got her to send me a message asking if I wanted a running partner.
The three of us met for drinks with the vague idea that we could arrange our first running adventure; we all went back to mine a little drunk and the two of us decided to go running (drunken trotting) around a few streets as a 'rehearsal'. We had a little celebratory hug when we got back and then discovered our mutual friend doing an admirable job of pretending to have passed out on my incredibly uncomfortable sofa.
this thread was nothing more than a spin-off of this thread:
HI GOWMAN (RIP) *flashes tits springbreak style*
He claims we met at a party Olegrich threw in 2008, that I was brought to by my then flatmate, ex-DiSer Brooner. I remember drinking MadDog 20:20 out of a teapot, but I don’t remember meeting him.
I date our meeting to a couple of weeks later, when he came round to see Brooner and we all went to a Wave Pictures gig.
Then he started hanging around my flat increasingly often, ostensibly because he was training with him for a 10k, although he never actually ran the 10k, and after approximately six months he finally made his move, just as I moved out of the flat.
That was almost five years ago and now we have a house and a cat together :D.
that it leads me to believe it was all a finely-crafted ruse.
I'm nowhere near that crafty.
DEFINITELY met at my party in 2008.
Excellent work on the 10k as well. Crafty old dog.
I suspect the former explains the latter.
it still had the mad dog stains at the bottom of it. Imagine what that stuff does to your insides (clue: BAD THINGS)
You've thrown it away. It's iconic.
It had survived so much abuse at that house yet it was finished off by a round of breakfast blend.
I like to think it went out on top.
I think he should be sleeping on the sofa (if he isn't already) until he's done it.
and decided to meet up last January to watch Swansea vs Arsenal at the pub as we were the only people on the blog who lived in London.
Got on really well, ended up going out for dinner that night and carried on chatting via text/twitter etc. The following week I pretended to like Tennis to get her over to watch the Australian Open (no shenanigans happened), and it was clear there was something there. Had our first kiss 3 days later, moved in together last July and are getting married this September. Bish bash bosh.
that you didn't know each other before Swansea were in the premier league and now you're getting married. Well done, sir.
Thank you, squire. Pretty crazy I know, but when a girl comes to a shit pub in London Bridge to watch Arsenal play Swansea, you've got to keep hold of her.
We first met at a Bloc Party gig in Reading on a cold wet night in February 2007. We didn’t talk to each other on here, but such was our status at the time that we were both aware of each other. She saw me stood outside, tapped me on the back and said something like, “This is a bit weird but are you Reece?” I replied, “you’re Sophia, right? hi”. She spent the next 10 minutes explaining how she watched so much porn that it had broken her laptop. I then snuck her and her sister into the standing area and they ran off to the front.
Skip forward 5 months. We met again briefly at Zonino 2.5. I think from memory we were exchanging pleasantries when midway through a sentence I was interrupted by her running off to some next DiSer, whom she spent most of the night smooching it up with. Until this point neither of us had considered anything would ever happen with us – I had long hair, like really long, and being the fickle shallow type who’s only interested in looks, she hadn’t been able to see beyond my heinous lack of grooming. She on the other hand was 5 years younger than me, granted I thought she was cute, but she was obviously too young for me, right?
A month later, we’d both been due to go to Truck Festival, which as some of you may remember, was postponed due to the great floods. Excitingly, on the Friday it had rained so hard that we were sent home from work at 1pm due to a power cut. I’m a boozer. When I get sent home from work at 1pm, there’s only one item on my agenda. Boozing. So unsurprisingly, by the time I woke up the next morning, I was pretty hungover. Someone on DiS, anxious to still enjoy a spot of camping, had come up with the idea of going out to one of the forests north of London for the night. I decided to tag along. The group, including her, met at Walthamstow station. I don’t remember much about the meeting due to my furious hangover. I was later informed that we briefly interacted, when she asked me for a lighter. For the entire time I’d apparently been fixated, as you do, on her breasts. And what? she’s a cracking racking - I’ve got blood. …Anyway. She ended up having to join a friend in hospital so couldn’t come camping.
The next day was Joeymahone’s birthday. We left the campsite and arranged to meet in the evening for drinks at the Foundry. There was no way I was going to go back to Reading for the afternoon and then heading back into London for the evening, and seeing as how I was with olegrich, we went straight to the pub. The Whetherspoons at Highbury and Islington I think. After many boozes and we met up with the rest of the party and continued to booze. entertained most by a woman reading worm related poetry and chanting “CHIEF! CHIEF! CHIEF!” at Joe (he loves it when you call him Chief). We all went to some other bar, a bit further into Hoxton, where as cruel fate would have it, I ended up sat alongside a greater breasted gnome with verbal diarrheal and excessive hand gestures. She chatted for a while, frequently tapping, rather slapping my knee; behaviour which i later discovered to be entirely orthodox for her but which at the time I assumed meant only one thing… she wanted a drink. I bought her a cider. She talked some more.
Eventually a time arrived where I was going to have to get a train back to Reading. I’d managed somehow to tell her I’d got a bit of green; something which was of great value to her. She offered me a floor to stay on. I accepted. The next bit was a bone of contention for many years. for some reason she also invited another friend to crash over. She insisted that she thought I’d wanted him to join us. Which certainly would have made a lot of sense… either way, she already had a friend over.
I was going to see The Thermals the next day. I told her she should come, and headed back to Reading to get changed and drop my camping gear off. in the meantime, she sensibly decided that she should indeed come. We spent the entire gig right up near the front. By this time, she had concluded that she found me intercoursialy interesting. She later told me that she had been hoping I’d noticed how hardcore she’d been in spending the whole gig jumping around in the pit.
After a swift post-gig booze, we got the tube back. She was heading to hammersmith, I, to Paddington. As the doors opened at Paddington, she uttered that I didn’t have to go home if I didn’t want to. Before I knew it, the doors had shut and for a second night in a row, I was off to her flat. We sat up until we fell asleep, chatting. You know, one of those ‘just met’ nights where you’re stomach does that thing that writers describe stomachs as doing when you first meet someone that you like.
we chatted on MSN over the week that followed, such was the style at the time. I hadn’t made any plans for the following weekend, in the hope that there might be something going on in London, which perhaps She might like to invite me to. I think people had mentioned going for drinks in the weekend thread, open invitations had been broadcast, but thought it might be awkward invite myself, because I’m awkward. As the Count Down To The Weekend Thread swiftly gained momentum, I’d still not heard from her. Then, with about half an hour to go, I got a facebook notification. Not just any facebook notification. This wasn’t just someone asking if I’d join their birthday calendar app. This was a full on, unadulterated, “you should join us for drinks”. She didn’t remember it the next morning, but that was the night or our first kiss.
We started at Belushis in Shepherd’s Bush, and ended in Belushis in Camden. It was in the latter that the kissing took place. To be fair, we don’t classify this as our first kiss because I was actually being cruelly used to fend off some predatory male who had more immediate but similar intentions to me. Sophia didn’t remember any of it. It came up the next day when she asked me if I’d kissed anyone off these boards, to which I was all, “well one person who doesn’t really post on here, and of course, you”, an answer which I think scared her a bit. It wasn’t until the next night that we had our first kiss.
Owing to low finances of the time, we chose to get some booze and wander the riverside of Hammersmith before heading back to Sophia’s to air-drum along with Blink 182 albums. Sophia had leant me a pair of pyjama bottoms as we had been soaked by a sudden downpour. I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but the tight nightwear apparently emphasised a certain part of my body which is normally all too understated. A clearly intimidated Sophia didn’t know where to look. We were pretty darn wasted by the time we settled down to bed. My only real memory is waking up and thinking, “oh god, no! that didn’t happen, did it?” in response to a faded memory of some vague tonsil tennis that may or may not have occurred as we fell asleep. It had happened. Of course, we don’t classify that as our first kiss. It wasn’t until the next weekend that we had our first kiss. The next day we lazed around until I could be bothered to go home. Being a foot taller than sophia made for some slightly awkward greetings and farewells. She walked me to the bus and apparently we were meant to kiss goodbye. I went in for a hug. We hugged goodbye.
I made and sent her a mix-tape during the following week, which arrived on the following Monday. We’d arranged to go for a picnic that day, so it arrived just in the nick of time. Again, we met in rather awkward fashion, with a Hi and a swift smile. The picnic was to proceed me taking her to see Architecture in Helsinki. The picnic went well enough, she ate nothing and I munched down some small amount of food. We then headed east via a pub, with a bottle of vodka. As we approached the queue, I showed off my amazing dexterity by smashing the vodka in my man-bag, which was probably for the best as we were both pretty hammered by then. In the queue we both got our major flirt on. We were joined by a former DiSer, darkpigeon, who thankfully didn’t notice the level of hefty flirting that was going on, otherwise probably would have felt a bit awkward. We got into the gig and just as the band came on, sophia gestured for my face. I leant in with my ear, assuming, as per usual, that she had something to say. But oh no, she had other ideas, she twisted my face round and proceeded to finally pay me my dues with an almighty first kiss. Oh how my jeans flared up! Moments later, she told me that I could do that whenever I wanted. And so I have pretty much every day since.
The weekend after was the first Field Day. I’d been chatting with Olegrich online. He asked me, knowing my reputation for being a right womaniser, if I was going to be on the lookout for any action at the festival. Not really knowing what to say, I explained that I probably wouldn’t, as I was kind of seeing someone. He pried more information out of me before congratulating me on my fine work.
On the eve of the festival, Sophia and I were with a few friends in Hammersmith. After the friends left, I rather hesitantly told sophia about my chat with Rich. As the conversation went on, and without any forwardness from my pathetic self, she said, “we could be boyfriend and girlfriend if you like?”. I approved of this suggestion and I dunno, we probably kissed or something.
So in short, we met, then half a year later we met again, eventually licked faces a few times when drunk, eventually, eventually we had a more organised kiss before we arrived at an agreement that we were probably going out with each other.
I didn't realise how integral I was to your relationship.
and verbatin and fuck that we were out with in hammersmith
We were with Claire and Jasmine in Hammersmith
Nearly spat my tea out at this "we chatted on MSN over the week that followed, such was the style at the time."
I had the Grandpa Simpson thing as my ringtone for ages.
very readable to, dramatise it and put it on the radio
will probably have to wait for me to retire though...
' I’d been chatting with Olegrich online. He asked me, knowing my reputation for being a right womaniser, if I was going to be on the lookout for any action at the festival.'
Couldn't have sounded more like an utter pair of losers if you tried. Chatting online about 'looking for action' at FIELD DAY. Christ.
we could have had any woman we wanted!
and the most typically DiS thing I have ever read
that made my tummy go funny :)
Highly doubt it though :(
We've been out a couple of times and had lots of fun. Nothing more than PG (contains scenes of mild groping) though. She's away for a few weeks now but keeps sending me nice messages and it's just torture.
someone stole her phone. I called it and sent a threatening rap answer phone message, which I think she found endearing.
then we split up about 3 weeks ago, so yeah.
but fucking hell you randy sods
she was in the next-door corridor in our hall of residence. spent a term messing her around with the old 'i don't want a relationship in freshers term crap' but after the christmas break it got more serious. we've now been together for 10 years, married for 3.
who encouraged us to do something about it after being shyly told by both of us, separately, that we liked each other