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Just to add to the general pool of knowledge on this delicate matter following Kit's legendary thread t'other week.
This morning, on the London underground, I actually witnessed a young man perform the following. Standing in the middle of the carriage, he removed a battered Moleskine notebook from his bag, selected a blank page, and wrote (in a flowing, confident hand):
[b]Don't you hate the way people don't talk to one another on the tube?
Simon
[cell phone number][/b]
He then tore out the page, carefully folded into quarters and placed it in his pocket.
Sadly, I left the train before I was able to witness the handing-over of the note, and I am not therefore able to pronounce on the degree of success that accompanied the move.
Has anybody (other than Houns) actually got the balls to do this in real life? I was slightly in awe. 🙂
it was you he wanted to give the note to.Sadly, I left the train before I was able to witness the handing-over of the note,
The possibility did cross my mind. 🙂
was it Kit in his new job?
he bottled it!
I met one of my best girlfriends ever on the Bus. I told her that she was so good looking I'd kick myself if I didn't take the chance and she went for it..
I have 'introduced myself' to women in a public place if that's what you're asking?
I used to walk up to ladies in pubs/clubs and announce I was leaving shortly and they looked a little bored so they were welcome to join me for something better than wherever we were.
It worked all the time.
would you seriously consider someone who owns a molesskin notebook though?
Now, that is elegant stalking.
I hope he didn't use a fountain pen, however. Nothing wrong with fountain pens at all (I use nothing else), but Moleskine paper is such poor quality... 😉
Freaky bloody stalking!
Tube rules...
Stand on the right
Never look at people
Never talk to people
If you want to get off and somebody is in the way look at the flooe and muble "'suuse mee"
Being northern I talk to people on the tube when I'm druunk and it scares the life out of people unless they are northern too.
I saw a lady sitting on her own in a restaurant once, she was so utterly beautiful I almost walked in there and said something along the lines of the above. I was with my parents tho 🙁
I often thought of buying a PAYG mobile phone with just my number in the contacts, and just handing it to someone I fancied. Never did it tho 🙂
I witnessed this 'chat up' between a young man and a girl a while back.
HIM (after calling her name for some time) I been thinking...You should see my cock
HER. What?
HIM Seriously, we should, y'know, go to it...
HER: Go to it? You've got as much chance of ****ing me as becoming the next prime minister
HIM. Excellent, I like a challenge...
Ultimately I've no idea whether he was successful, but you've got to admire the style...
Ultimately I've no idea whether he was successful
I seriously doubt it 🙂
She was smiling, as were her mates. I got the impression this was merely a skirmish in a larger 'war'...
I been thinking...You should see my cock
Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. I might try this on my way home. 🙂
I'll look out for you on the news...
I asked a shop assistant in Habitat in Kingston out once. She was beautiful (I'm not). So I bought a sieve. Quite why I chose a sieve I don't know, but she was clearly impressed with my potential culinary prowess when I blurted out "well, thanks for your help, and if you fancy a drink sometime then here's my number" before writing it down on one of the big sheets they wrap vases in.
She called me two days later. We ended up going out for about 3 months, until she went travelling for a year.
Damn, she was fit and a cracking shag.
She was beautiful ... So I bought a sieve
This, Sir, is a splendid response to a difficult situation. 🙂
Heard a story from a friend a while back of his mate doing the newspaper crossword on the train, he was sat opposite some gorgeous girl and he filled the crossword in perfectly with something along the lines of "You're gorgeous, here's my number".
As he got off the train, he handed the paper over and told her she could finish it off. His mobile rang as he was walking out the station, she said something about him being really cocky but agreed to meet him!
I don't think such tactics work unless you've already have 'that' look from the other person.
No, not [i]that[/i] look, the one where they're probably thinking 'haven't I seen that face somewhere before? OMG it was on Crimewatch wasn't it???!'; I meant 'that' look. The one where, for some bizarre and incredibly (and possibly quite perverse) reason, they might actually want to sleep with you. I find it a little unsettling personally.
+1 The sieve story!
She was beautiful ... So I bought a sieve
I'm not great in these situations, nerves get the better of me. For that reason i'm glad I'm happily married and no longer on the market. Because knowing about this technique would surely have led me to....... still not having the bottle to ask pretty girls out, and having a cupboard full of sieves to prove it.
After a while, you'd get to the point where you could open with the line "I've been thinking. You should see my sieves".
🙂
Elf, I know exactly what you mean, it's that cheeky little half smile/grin...
Got one of a seriously good looking blonde the other week, when I lent against her car at some lights. If I wasn't in a relationship....
The question is, had I bought something better, would she have allowed her very fit friend to join in?
So, on a scale of implements I'd say:
Sieve = vanilla
Pasta machine = threesome with maybe a bit of les thrown in
Coffee machine = orgy
Jelly molds = sex in a paddling pool filled with jelly
She was beautiful ... So I bought a sieveThis, Sir, is a splendid response to a difficult situation.
+1 😀
pk there are web sites for that sort of thing mate...
Sieve love...I'm off to John Lewis
A girl in another dept at work keeps asking me to take her riding, she is the ex of someone in my dept though, should I buy a collander*
Actually this is true, only her txt usually say "when are you going to take me?"
Mr Toast had a bit of a difficult time chasing me. We met at work, and he would email me, we'd chat, he gave me his mobile number and said we should go out some time, he took me to dinner. I thought he was just being friendly - it did vaguely cross my mind that he might fancy me, but I'd dismiss that thought as being a bit vain.
Eventually he sent me a text message saying "I LIKE YOU!!". I twigged then...
I am so glad that my wife's cousin kicked me in the shins until I asked her out, when I was 13.
You went out with your wife's cousin? Is that legal?
You went out with your wife's cousin? Is that legal?
I'm assuming he wasn't married to his wife when he was 13, so her cousin was fair game.
I once walked up to a stunning girl in a club and asked if she had a light she replyed "no i dont smoke" so i said "thats good because neither to do I"
she looked a bit bewildered as i explained that i just wanted to meet / chat to her but couldnt figure out how to start a conversation and i had been asked for a light several times so thought it was a good start.....she thought it was a really smart idea and we dated for 2 years!!
I'm assuming he wasn't married to his wife when he was 13
ooh i don't know it is funny up darlington 😉
used to carry a lighter even though i dont smoke for that very reason!
This whole issue was nailed beautifully by [i]Flight of the Conchords[/i], when Bret felt unable to ask out the pet shop assistant - and so repeatedly bought goldfish from her.
She was beautiful ... So I bought a sieve
+1, quality.... 😆
Sieves are clearly the new Bombers.
After a while, you'd get to the point where you could open with the line "I've been thinking. You should see my sieves".
I wouldn't, it might put too much of a [i]strain [/i]on the relationship.
I wouldn't, it might put too much of a strain on the relationship.
She'd also see right through you.
I imagine that's be quite draining after a while.
That story's full of holes.
Years ago I used to drive past a bus stop and see a stunning girl their every evening on my way home, I then found out she worked in a building society just up the road from my office, so on Feb 14th 1990 I walked in one morning and handed her a valentines card with a short message and were I worked, that lunchtime she was walking into my office as I was leaving with a card in her hand, I asked if it was for me, she went bright red and we went out and even lived together for a while.
We ended up going out for about 3 months, [b]until she went travelling for a year[/b]
Aye, travelling. That's what she did.
In my youth I told a lot of girls I was going "travelling" after about 3 months
You went out with your wife's cousin? Is that legal?
Cousin kicked. I asked wife.
Except she wasn't my wife then. Obviously.
(The day after I rode a MTB for the first time, too.)
These stories make my heart flutter with hope.
I had to chase mr. bunnyhop before he twigged I fancied him. No sieves were used in the starting up of our relationship.
My best friend married a chap that took a fancy to her on his train commute into Manchester every morning. He took courage one day and followed her into the banking hall where she worked and asked a colleague for some help. Luckily they lived within a few miles of each other and soon started a serious relationship.
as I was leaving with a card in her hand, I asked if it was for me, she went bright red
... did she show you the card, or did it strangely disappear?
(-:
Stood next to a stunning blond at bus stop every day for six months. Met her out one night in the pub and went over and said "hello". I was able to breath 5 minutes later when her boyfriend took his hands off my throat and put me back down to the floor. Never ever ever again.
Loving the sieve story, that's great.
I think the closest I can come to that is that before I had gained enough confidence to just ask girls out straight, I bumped into this beautiful young lady working in a cafe when out on a bike ride. From that day on I would always call in at that cafe for a mug of tea.
After many bumbled attempts at stating my intentions, I finally managed to blurt out that I fancied her.
"I know," she said with a totally deadpan face, "I've been waiting for you to ask me out for weeks." It didn't last, sadly. She was a very nice girl, but I was a very silly young man.
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as I was leaving with a card in her hand, I asked if it was for me, she went bright red
... did she show you the card, or did it strangely disappear?(-:
She was not expecting me to be walking out the door, she thought she could leave it with our receptionist, she had left her phone number in the valentines card for me, Turns out she had noticed me too! happy days 😀
A friend (cough) once handed a card with [s]my[/s] his number on it to a married woman and said, give that to your single twin sister.......
Stood next to a stunning blond at bus stop every day for six months. Met her out one night in the pub and went over and said "hello". I was able to breath 5 minutes later when her boyfriend took his hands off my throat and put me back down to the floor. Never ever ever again.
Nowt to do with you, but your situation reminded me of me being "That" boyfreind!!
A couple of years before i met the uber sexy Mrs 31, i was going out with a gorgeous model - god alone how i managed to pull her, but i introduced mesen, got talking, got on like a house on fire an 24 hours later we were an item...
Now being drop dead gorgeous, she'd be hit upon at every opportunity weather i was in tow or not, and one night in a bar, we'd had a few, chased by more then a few sambucca chasers, when a particularly sleazy character tried his luck..
Even in my half cut state i could read his intention, and even though the gf made it plain she was out with her SO, he still carried on..
Not wanting to make i massive scene, i introduced myself smiled and shook his hand... with a death grip that could have cracked a cricket ball, leaned in to his ear as if to make conversation over the loud music and whispered in his ear that he was pushing his luck a bit to far, with a few expletives thrown in..
I was nearly crying with laughter all the way home when we got in the Taxi and she said " wasnt that guy a the bar lovely!"

