So after my
Kelly wanted more details on iv, x, xiii, and xx.
A contest romance!
Such a pity about the
Surprise fiancee!
This is the British gentleman who featured largely in TLDOML Pt 2(I'm getting good at this linking thing now,) so if you hunger for details, you can revisit that. The link is right there, anticipating your clickage! Stop it, says the link. Oh stop it.
Leaving in two weeks?
Tough, I'm not going to let you
Stick it in my butt
Ha ha! This one is pretty much just like it says on the tin. I was working at a restaurant and we had a really cute, half-Dominican American guy working there, and he and I ended up doin' the nasty (I am going to try and fit as many awful sex euphemisms into this post as I can, by the way. I'll put them in bold so you can see them nice and clearly) a couple of weeks before he left. Midway through bumping uglies, he started an impromptu game of 'Where's That Hand Going?!" Only it wasn't his hand. It was his weiner. So I was all "Oh no you di'nt" and he actually said, "But I'm leaving in two weeks!" Not a good reason, buddy. I'm not sure what his logic was but it didn't work.
Due to my incompetent use of Roman numerals, there are two xiii's -
You at the party
Sitting lone and dramatic;
I so fell for it
Went to a party, and there was a very Edwardian-looking gentleman sitting by himself in the corner, looking melancholy and occasionally quaffing from a martini. Quaffing a martini? Drinking a martini. Sipping intermittently from a martini. Anyway, it was a fancy dress party, and I don't know what his actual costume was but he looked like nothing so much as a writer dying of consumption in a garret, all big haunted eyes and razor-sharp cheekbones and so on. I went over and talked to him because I do like the occasional emo kid, and he moped a lot and said things about Life which at the time were very deep, in an attractively nihilistic kind of way. And I was so very impressed by his general melancholy that I destroyed it completely by indulging in a little rumpty tumpty later in the evening. Turns out this is a well-known pick-up trick! I feel so used. (For the record, totally crap shag.)
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Your only rule was
To never sleep with workmates
Sorry, I broke it
This is a guy I used to work with - he actually had two rules (the second one was not to bone exes, or something) and he went on and on about these two rules. Then we went to a aquatic-themed work fancy-dress party and somehow, over the course of the evening, what started out as 'we're both wearing sailor suits, what a connection' somehow turned into a bumpy ride on the love boat. And then he realised that he had Broken The Rule and had a little emo moment! However obviously he was not too worried as we broke the rule several more times over the next few months.
Your flatmate burst in
While we were going at it
And wanted to join
This story starts off as so many of mine do - met a nice guy at a bar, ended up back at his flat sliming the banana. However this story differs from the others in that while we were busy batter dipping the corndog, his flatmate charged into the room wearing
SF and Holly were both intrigued by xix.
To be honest I
Slept with you mainly because
Of the pirate clothes
But it's not really that intriguing - yet another work party story. Fancy dress themed, yet again. He was dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow. I was someone from Jem and the Holograms. The rest, as they say, is hide the sausage history.
Brooke wanted details on xviii. Again, there are two:
Cute percussionist
And a hotel in Brisbane
Holiday romance!
This one is a nice little story! Our eyes first met across a crowded auditorium at a national brass band contest. He played for Napier, and had a blonde mohawk. I played for Wellington, and didn't. Talk about star-crossed. That night, at the band after-party (a lot of my stories also feature this for some reason) I sauntered casually up to him (after running into the guy from haiku iv, Captain Surprise Fiancee, and telling him to fuck off) and started making conversation with Mohawk Guy. We talked for hours! Then I actually ended up going back to someone else's
You said you were gay
Guess that was a great big lie
Your boyfriend hates me
This one is interesting. I had a workmate who was gay (that's not the interesting part). He had a boyfriend/partner/thing he'd been with for 3 years and is now with again, funnily enough. He was a musician - quite a good one, which made me put up with his irritating, whiny personality; we used to hang out of an evening and drink and sing and play things, and talked about getting a band together, as people do when they secretly know they are never going to get a band together because neither of them can be bothered. One night we were singing some song or other when the music simply overcame us and we ended up makin' whoopee! Trust me, no-one was more surprised than I. Except possibly, his boyfriend, who he felt the need to tell. I'd also like to add that with the exception of Surprise Fiancee, this is the only time I've been The Other Woman (or, in this case, The Woman.)
Millieloise (who is a new commenter! YO WASSUP) was interested in xvi. Needless to say, there are two of those as well (I am never using Roman numerals again).
You had a big nose
And asked me to do weird things
I did not care for
This one is pretty straightforward, although his bedroom requests weren't. I mean, yes, everyone has fetishes, and that is fine, as long as your fetishes aren't really weird and related to feet and/or toenails. That is all I am going to say about that. In case you're wondering, I didn't do the weird things - it was more a case of a "again, with feeling! NO WOAH NOT LIKE THAT" kind of situation.
I deflowered you
One dark and drunken evening
What a minx I am
Also fairly straightforward - he was actually a very sweet guy, and a friend. I think, in hindsight, I may have been carefully selected for his first root - he said, "there's no-one I would rather have my first time with." Either that, or he was in love with me. Meh. Incidentally, that is the only time I've been involved in someone's very first time slipping her the pork sword.
Jumpsuit soon.
