howfineyoulookwhendressedinrage asked: YOUUUUUUUUUUUU are a brat!
No never ^_^
No never ^_^
Here’s the history, boring but essential. The fella and I met at a mutual friend’s party, then later at a Bad Moon Company gig (This was our fav band at the time). There was the usual buying of drinks and small talk closely followed by a rip snorting good time on the dance floor jigging around to The Living End’s Second Solution.
All going swimmngly you say, oh yes. As far as first meetings go this one went rather well, there was an instant attraction. <3
Later on that night after many drinks and the customary sob story by the fella that he lived far far away and had lost all his mates to the night… (come on you’ve heard it before) I suggested whether it would be easier to just stay at my place? Innocent enough riiight? Little did I know this would lead to argueably the worst proposition in the world, ever, to date.
En-route to my residence (THE MEXICAN HOUSE - I’ll upload a picture later so this will make sense) we passed a convenience store. Now to set the scene my new buddy had been sweating profusely because of the hot club and was kind of stinky, his perfectly straight mowhawk from the start of the night was looking more like a sad chicken, we were in rather a bad part of town (bums left, right and centre) and it was around 5am. The word seedy comes to mind. The fella leans over to me, raises his eyebrows at the convenience store and asks in a suggestive voice ‘should I grab some frangers?’… wow. just. wow… I think I stood with my jaw on the ground for around a minute or two. Come on I’d only just met the guy!
Needless to say he was quickly turned down, but hey now we’re getting married so I guess it worked.
Over and out - Betty Shocktopus (Shockingly Octopus)