Croweater
Club Legend
Yay, I have my own thread.
Essentially, I got kicked out of the Awkward Flirting Stories thread on account of my stories not actually being Awkward Flirting Stories.
Mostly, anyway.
What you're about to read is a concotion of my stories all with a healthy accompaniment of mayo, a few jimmies being rustled, a few posters being melty, and me being melty; the sum of which resulted in my eventual banishment from the AFS thread.
Enjoy.
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Okay, I have an update.
So three weeks ago, I kind of made a tit of myself in front of this girl I like. You can read all about it here: http://www.bigfooty.com/forum/threads/awkward-flirting-stories.831388/page-323
So, she pissed off for a few weeks to go on a ski trip and I thought I'd messed everything up. On an unrelated note, while she was away, I got up to a bit of mischief with a couple of girls because I assumed any hope of something happening was gone (Oops). When she got back last week, she was friendly with me. I took BigFooty's advice and didn't put my foot in it, but apologised for the way I handled the situation. She told me that it wasn't a problem and we've continued things the way they were previously.
All good, right? Wrong.
On the weekend I got on the raspberry cordial. I had a lot of cordial. Way too much cordial. Drinking that much in 2015 is a massive mistake, because people enjoy documenting every facet of their lives on social media. So there I was with one of my best mates, pissed as all f*ck, acting like an absolute dickhead. He filmed me multiple times going "Woooooo!" and "Owwwwwwww!" before filming me changing the lyrics of J-Kwon's Tipsy from "Errrrbody in the club gettin' tipsy" to "Errrrbody in the club gets ****!". As amusing and startlingly accurate as my lyric change seemed to everyone around me, when that s**t is captured and compiled into a snapstory reminiscent of a Hangover-esque sequence of alcohol-fuelled series of unfortunate events, it has the potential to come back and bite you on the arse.
This morning I was at work, having a bit of cheeky banter with the girl I like. Do you remember that girl who sold me out for being on Tinder in front of said girl? Well, Hurricane Natalie struck again. It turns out that she is friends with that good mate of mine, and they are also friends on Snapchat. She comes in, yelling "Oh my god, you have to see this!". Keep in mind I had seen the snapstory many times and I had spent the majority of Sunday getting texts from mates saying how funny the video was. She comes over to us while we were chatting and starts playing the video. As soon as I see the dark screen with patches of blue light and my face clear as day planted across it, I knew exactly what it was.
"Holy motherf*cking s**t", I thought. This is not good at all.
Going "Wooooo!" and "Owwwww!" is perfectly fine. It makes it clear you are having a great time. The second part was the part I was dreading the girl seeing. On it comes. "Errrrbody in the club gets ****!!! Errrrrrrrrrrbody in the club gets ****!!!", I yelled, with mates in the background in tears.
She gave me the exact look as that Emma Watson photo on page 323. "Wow, you look like you had a good time", she said, less than impressed.
"Yeah, probably not my finest moment".
Hurricane Natalie finally realised, even after the Tinder incident, what she had done. I like this girl, she likes me, and now it may be well and truly screwed.
These stories probably give you the impression that the girl I like has her head up her arse, but in reality she's an intelligent girl (who also enjoys a drink) who likes me for my intelligence. I did probably the most immature thing short of getting my nutsack out in the office, which understandably made me seem a bit off. I can use the alcohol excuse, but I copped out big time during #Tindergate and I don't want copping out to be a dominant characteristic of my personality.
So I told her I should get back to my desk and I haven't heard from her since. Hurricane Natalie came over and apologised, so it was hard to be too pissed off at her.
I don't care too much for warning signs. But maybe all of these things happening are signs that nothing will ever happen.
Or maybe, and this is just a thought, I shouldn't get blind drunk, act like a dickhead, let my mate take video of me being blind drunk and acting like a dickhead, and then have the video uploaded to social media.
Essentially, I got kicked out of the Awkward Flirting Stories thread on account of my stories not actually being Awkward Flirting Stories.
Mostly, anyway.
What you're about to read is a concotion of my stories all with a healthy accompaniment of mayo, a few jimmies being rustled, a few posters being melty, and me being melty; the sum of which resulted in my eventual banishment from the AFS thread.
Enjoy.
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Okay, I have an update.
So three weeks ago, I kind of made a tit of myself in front of this girl I like. You can read all about it here: http://www.bigfooty.com/forum/threads/awkward-flirting-stories.831388/page-323
So, she pissed off for a few weeks to go on a ski trip and I thought I'd messed everything up. On an unrelated note, while she was away, I got up to a bit of mischief with a couple of girls because I assumed any hope of something happening was gone (Oops). When she got back last week, she was friendly with me. I took BigFooty's advice and didn't put my foot in it, but apologised for the way I handled the situation. She told me that it wasn't a problem and we've continued things the way they were previously.
All good, right? Wrong.
On the weekend I got on the raspberry cordial. I had a lot of cordial. Way too much cordial. Drinking that much in 2015 is a massive mistake, because people enjoy documenting every facet of their lives on social media. So there I was with one of my best mates, pissed as all f*ck, acting like an absolute dickhead. He filmed me multiple times going "Woooooo!" and "Owwwwwwww!" before filming me changing the lyrics of J-Kwon's Tipsy from "Errrrbody in the club gettin' tipsy" to "Errrrbody in the club gets ****!". As amusing and startlingly accurate as my lyric change seemed to everyone around me, when that s**t is captured and compiled into a snapstory reminiscent of a Hangover-esque sequence of alcohol-fuelled series of unfortunate events, it has the potential to come back and bite you on the arse.
This morning I was at work, having a bit of cheeky banter with the girl I like. Do you remember that girl who sold me out for being on Tinder in front of said girl? Well, Hurricane Natalie struck again. It turns out that she is friends with that good mate of mine, and they are also friends on Snapchat. She comes in, yelling "Oh my god, you have to see this!". Keep in mind I had seen the snapstory many times and I had spent the majority of Sunday getting texts from mates saying how funny the video was. She comes over to us while we were chatting and starts playing the video. As soon as I see the dark screen with patches of blue light and my face clear as day planted across it, I knew exactly what it was.
"Holy motherf*cking s**t", I thought. This is not good at all.
Going "Wooooo!" and "Owwwww!" is perfectly fine. It makes it clear you are having a great time. The second part was the part I was dreading the girl seeing. On it comes. "Errrrbody in the club gets ****!!! Errrrrrrrrrrbody in the club gets ****!!!", I yelled, with mates in the background in tears.
She gave me the exact look as that Emma Watson photo on page 323. "Wow, you look like you had a good time", she said, less than impressed.
"Yeah, probably not my finest moment".
Hurricane Natalie finally realised, even after the Tinder incident, what she had done. I like this girl, she likes me, and now it may be well and truly screwed.
These stories probably give you the impression that the girl I like has her head up her arse, but in reality she's an intelligent girl (who also enjoys a drink) who likes me for my intelligence. I did probably the most immature thing short of getting my nutsack out in the office, which understandably made me seem a bit off. I can use the alcohol excuse, but I copped out big time during #Tindergate and I don't want copping out to be a dominant characteristic of my personality.
So I told her I should get back to my desk and I haven't heard from her since. Hurricane Natalie came over and apologised, so it was hard to be too pissed off at her.
I don't care too much for warning signs. But maybe all of these things happening are signs that nothing will ever happen.
Or maybe, and this is just a thought, I shouldn't get blind drunk, act like a dickhead, let my mate take video of me being blind drunk and acting like a dickhead, and then have the video uploaded to social media.
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