Ok so the likes of Livvy will feel better everyone post their best woman/man story of 08.
Someone they had a one nighter with or someone they chased all year and finally got a hold of.
Big or small share it here.
I'll start.
The best for me would have to be this one.
It's a little bit f*cked up but certainly hammered home my idea that Aussie women are nuts.
Met this girl out on a random night in Melbourne. As per my usual nights out she loved the fact I was Irish, my name was Patrick and I grew up on a potato farm. Anyways she suggests going back to hers. I'm not pushed as I'm playing golf at 10 the next morning and its like 40 minutes away cab journey. She says she'll pay for the cab and drop me back in the morning so off we went. On route she enlightens me to the fact that she lives ( not at home as is the case with alot of women over here) but with her Granny. Well f*ck me I thought! I ain't getting any now. Then she reassures me that her Gran is cool and won't mind me staying as she likes the Iroish.
Anyways the next morning I'm awoken by her head between my legs. I'm sitting there quite happy with myself thinking this is the life when her Granny comes waltzing into the room. I'm rooted to the spot don't know what to say or where to look. My little Aussie hover turns over and says "Granny what are you going in here". The Grandmother barely flinches and just asks, "so whats your name?"
Before I can reply her granddaughter tells her I'm Patrick from Ireland with a little giggle at the end. I'm expecting Granny to go berserk yet all she does is smile look me up and down (there I am with a full stalk pointing to the sky) and says ah it's been ages since I've had an Irish one and promptly walks out of the room saying breakfast will be ready soon.
After breakfast she duly drives me back and I shot a 95 in Albert park. Not a bad day.
Crazy bitches.
Someone they had a one nighter with or someone they chased all year and finally got a hold of.
Big or small share it here.
I'll start.
The best for me would have to be this one.
It's a little bit f*cked up but certainly hammered home my idea that Aussie women are nuts.
Met this girl out on a random night in Melbourne. As per my usual nights out she loved the fact I was Irish, my name was Patrick and I grew up on a potato farm. Anyways she suggests going back to hers. I'm not pushed as I'm playing golf at 10 the next morning and its like 40 minutes away cab journey. She says she'll pay for the cab and drop me back in the morning so off we went. On route she enlightens me to the fact that she lives ( not at home as is the case with alot of women over here) but with her Granny. Well f*ck me I thought! I ain't getting any now. Then she reassures me that her Gran is cool and won't mind me staying as she likes the Iroish.
Anyways the next morning I'm awoken by her head between my legs. I'm sitting there quite happy with myself thinking this is the life when her Granny comes waltzing into the room. I'm rooted to the spot don't know what to say or where to look. My little Aussie hover turns over and says "Granny what are you going in here". The Grandmother barely flinches and just asks, "so whats your name?"
Before I can reply her granddaughter tells her I'm Patrick from Ireland with a little giggle at the end. I'm expecting Granny to go berserk yet all she does is smile look me up and down (there I am with a full stalk pointing to the sky) and says ah it's been ages since I've had an Irish one and promptly walks out of the room saying breakfast will be ready soon.
After breakfast she duly drives me back and I shot a 95 in Albert park. Not a bad day.
Crazy bitches.
