I’m pretty sure I was rohypnolled once. I was on a ship and was on my back to my cabin after the fancy dress party (I went as thirties chorus line girl) when I came over very faint. Luckily there was a bearded chap promenading and he caught me mid swoon.
He propped me up in one of those little alcoves and after that it all gets a bit blurry.
Originally posted by @saintbletch
I’ve just crossed paths again with the couple in the opening post. Surreal.
Was any eye contact made?
Originally posted by @Fowllyd
Originally posted by @saintbletch
I’ve just crossed paths again with the couple in the opening post. Surreal.
Was any eye contact made?
All very strange Fowlly D. I met them both sans-child walking through a back alley (not a euphemism) as I was walking home pissed from a 13 mile walk to Hursley and back.
As I past them, I had Belle and Sebastian singing in my ears via in-ear headphones. There was no awkwardness in the eye contact, so I tried to provoke some (I can be a Twat when drunk) by wishing them a very good evening again. Awkwardness descended as I realised they were talking to me and I was still listening to B&S.
I removed the headphones and had a chat with ‘Dave’. He had no idea why I’d said hello so instead or reminding him that I’d seen his and his paramour’s party parts, I relied on the fact they he was the ex of our neighbours child.
Stilted and awkward conversation followed and at this point his bird (who I now realise is very young and very immature) went off on one, laying into my neighbours’ daughter accusing her of trying to ram her baby’s pram with her wheelchair (my neighbours’ daughter has cerebral palsy).
At this point I’m now stuck in an alley (not a euphemism) with two people that don’t realise that I’ve seen them at it, talking about a tenuous link to the bloke that both of them want to forget. As I’m a diplomat, I was able to extricate myself with little bother.
It also means that I won’t have any awkwardness during my next latte procurement procedure.
I’m so pleased this resolved itself, and Bletch can now get his coffee without any social awkwardness.
Hope the seven pages of debate helped you get to that happy place, Bletch.
Who doesn’t love a happy ending!
Originally posted by @saintbletch
Originally posted by @Fowllyd
Originally posted by @saintbletch
I’ve just crossed paths again with the couple in the opening post. Surreal.
Was any eye contact made?
All very strange Fowlly D. I met them both sans-child walking through a back alley (not a euphemism) as I was walking home pissed from a 13 mile walk to Hursley and back. As I past them, I had Belle and Sebastian singing in my ears via in-ear headphones. There was no awkwardness in the eye contact, so I tried to provoke some (I can be a Twat when drunk) by wishing them a very good evening again. Awkwardness descended as I realised they were talking to me and I was still listening to B&S. I removed the headphones and had a chat with ‘Dave’. He had no idea why I’d said hello so instead or reminding him that I’d seen his and his paramour’s party parts, I relied on the fact they he was the ex of our neighbours child. Stilted and awkward conversation followed and at this point his bird (who I now realise is very young and very immature) went off on one, laying into my neighbours’ daughter accusing her of trying to ram her baby’s pram with her wheelchair (my neighbours’ daughter has cerebral palsy). At this point I’m now stuck in an alley (not a euphemism) with two people that don’t realise that I’ve seen them at it, talking about a tenuous link to the bloke that both of them want to forget. As I’m a diplomat, I was able to extricate myself with little bother. It also means that I won’t have any awkwardness during my next latte procurement procedure.
A walk to Hursley from the centre of Eastleigh is not for the faint-hearted, I have to say. The walk back following copious imbibing would not be for the weak of bladder (though I’m sure that Hursley Road must have a few convenient spots for reasonably private micturation).
Given the nature of your first encounter and the location of the second, I cannot help but speculate as to their reason for seeking out an alleyway. As to your reasons for choosing a dark, secluded Eastleigh alleyway as your route home - well, I prefer to draw a discreet veil over such things. And will the male protagonist recognise you on your next coffe run, I wonder?
This is one of the most, if not the most, popular threads on all of Sotonians.
A local dogging spot has just shut down.
Coincidence?
Crazy cats
My claim to fame was a night out on the sherberts with friends ending up being thrown up against the Target fire escape doors by an inebriated lass who wanted (and successfully) had her way with me.
There does seem to be more exciting stories on here though
Originally posted by @Fowllyd
A walk to Hursley from the centre of Eastleigh is not for the faint-hearted, I have to say. The walk back following copious imbibing would not be for the weak of bladder (though I’m sure that Hursley Road must have a few convenient spots for reasonably private micturation).
Given the nature of your first encounter and the location of the second, I cannot help but speculate as to their reason for seeking out an alleyway. As to your reasons for choosing a dark, secluded Eastleigh alleyway as your route home - well, I prefer to draw a discreet veil over such things. And will the male protagonist recognise you on your next coffe run, I wonder?
It’s all cross-country, Flyd Owl, so lots of places to stop and fettle a friend whilst admiring the view.
It was all very strange, and with a sober head I can now reflect that only one of us in the three-way conversation was ‘normal’.
I think I’m pretty memorable (I suppose we all do, right?), but there was zero recognition of it having been me that forced him to put the cork back in his vinegar bottle.
We simply had a conversation about my neighbour; one of us pissed, one of us not ‘normal’ and one of us angry and not ‘normal’.
Surreal.
But as Lou said, at least nothing will come between me and caffeine.
I was rather hoping that the ‘thing’ would help me get to that happy place, Lou.
I’ve skim-read the thread, but it seems you dodged my question about rohypnol.
Well?
Apologies, Bletch. I don’t think I’ve ever tried Rohypnol, so didn’t feel qualified to answer the question.
I think you’re lack of familiarity is answer enough.
Thanks, Lou.
Final question, how comfortable would you feel doing this ‘thing’ for me, if a dog came to say ‘hello’?
I tried to bone some Danish bird up against a shop doorway in Paris once at about 5 in the morning. I was so pissed I could only get a semi and struggled like fuck to perform anything even slightly resembling a decent shag. Anyways, after a couple of minutes of coaxing I just about got the old Johnson to wake up, only to be knocked off my stride by the bloody shop owner banging on the window and gesticulating wildly. Rather embarassingly, in an attempt to flee, I fell over, with my strides around my ankles, looking every bit the lagered-up numpty Brit I plainly was.
Merde.
pppppfffft and they say Paris is the city of romance and passion. That shop keeper should be ashamed of himself.
Brilliant story!
Originally posted by @saintbletch
Final question, how comfortable would you feel doing this ‘thing’ for me, if a dog came to say ‘hello’?
As long as I’m doing something for you, and it doesn’t involve doing anything for anyone or anything else, ie you are the sole beneficiary of what I do for you, then I’m not fussed.
If a court of law could argue that others could directly or indirectly benefit from this thing I’m doing for you, then I’m not doing it.
I reckon ur on the right lines, when you suppose this will end up in court. Be safe pls.
Quite. On reflection, it would have been better for him to have provided encouragement. At the very least I would have expected a slap on the arse and a hearty “Aller sur mon fils!” * or “Lui donner l’un de moi!” *
* am crap at french so have used google translation so apols if poor effort.
OK, Lou, thanks for bearing with me through that inquisition.
I’ve decided that I can now ask you to do that ‘thing’ for me.
If it’s OK with you though, I’ll send you a PM as I wouldn’t want everyone on here getting to hear about you doing that ‘thing’ for me.
OK?
i am not ok with that beltch, doing things in private is contrary to the very premise of this thread