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I've read most of the posts on this thread with a heavy heart, because they bring back so many unhappy memories for me (I wasn't the best looking guy, in fact the unkind could call me ugly) no scars or other abnormal facials features, just plain ugly I guess.
Like many, I also frequented the old Swansea night spots with my mates, sadly I as wasn't as fortunate with the ladies as some (not for the lack of trying mind), in fact my success rate was zero, absolute zero, I even got turned down by, let's say the least attractive ladies left partnerless at the end of the evening.
It can be soul destroying (and expensive) having seen all your mates cop off, then you have to travel home alone, the worst was in the pub Sunday morning having to listen to what they all had got up to the night before (I even tried making things up, but they always knew I was lying)
The most horrific time I had was when a gang of us went to Amsterdam for a long weekend, inevitably, we ended up in the red light district, my well meaning friends tried to negotiate a price with one of the girls on my behalf, after all the knockbacks I'd had, I wasn't even confident enough to pick up a prostitute, anyway she wanted an extra £10 for me than what the girls wanted from the other guys, I wasn't having that so I went back to the hotel on my own.
You've heard the song "score in a brothel ? you couldn't score in a brothel" that's what they were singing when they got back to the hotel.
That was the end of my nightclub days, and drunken away trips, a life of celibacy was all I had to look forward to.
Then one day I was in Hay on Wye to meet a shooting friend of mine that was looking for a labrador pup, I was early and had an hour or two to spare, so I had wander around the old book shops, on entering a random shop I couldn't help but notice this beautiful looking young girl, and lo and behold she had a rather nice looking Labrador with her.
After browsing, and giving the lady a few admiring glances, suddenly she dropped her bag and the all the contents spilled all over the floor, she knelt down and fumbled to collect them rather awkwardly, so I helped retrieve her shopping and helped her back on her feet, she couldn't thank me enough, and suggested buying me coffee in the little cafe next door, I obviously accepted.
As we were about to leave, the shop owner called to her that he had found the book she had been looking for, I noticed it was in braille.
I've read most of the posts on this thread with a heavy heart, because they bring back so many unhappy memories for me (I wasn't the best looking guy, in fact the unkind could call me ugly) no scars or other abnormal facials features, just plain ugly I guess.
Like many, I also frequented the old Swansea night spots with my mates, sadly I as wasn't as fortunate with the ladies as some (not for the lack of trying mind), in fact my success rate was zero, absolute zero, I even got turned down by, let's say the least attractive ladies left partnerless at the end of the evening.
It can be soul destroying (and expensive) having seen all your mates cop off, then you have to travel home alone, the worst was in the pub Sunday morning having to listen to what they all had got up to the night before (I even tried making things up, but they always knew I was lying)
The most horrific time I had was when a gang of us went to Amsterdam for a long weekend, inevitably, we ended up in the red light district, my well meaning friends tried to negotiate a price with one of the girls on my behalf, after all the knockbacks I'd had, I wasn't even confident enough to pick up a prostitute, anyway she wanted an extra £10 for me than what the girls wanted from the other guys, I wasn't having that so I went back to the hotel on my own.
You've heard the song "score in a brothel ? you couldn't score in a brothel" that's what they were singing when they got back to the hotel.
That was the end of my nightclub days, and drunken away trips, a life of celibacy was all I had to look forward to.
Then one day I was in Hay on Wye to meet a shooting friend of mine that was looking for a labrador pup, I was early and had an hour or two to spare, so I had wander around the old book shops, on entering a random shop I couldn't help but notice this beautiful looking young girl, and lo and behold she had a rather nice looking Labrador with her.
After browsing, and giving the lady a few admiring glances, suddenly she dropped her bag and the all the contents spilled all over the floor, she knelt down and fumbled to collect them rather awkwardly, so I helped retrieve her shopping and helped her back on her feet, she couldn't thank me enough, and suggested buying me coffee in the little cafe next door, I obviously accepted.
As we were about to leave, the shop owner called to her that he had found the book she had been looking for, I noticed it was in braille.
My luck had suddenly changed ?
Beautiful Flash beautiful. Whatever happened to her?
I've read most of the posts on this thread with a heavy heart, because they bring back so many unhappy memories for me (I wasn't the best looking guy, in fact the unkind could call me ugly) no scars or other abnormal facials features, just plain ugly I guess.
Like many, I also frequented the old Swansea night spots with my mates, sadly I as wasn't as fortunate with the ladies as some (not for the lack of trying mind), in fact my success rate was zero, absolute zero, I even got turned down by, let's say the least attractive ladies left partnerless at the end of the evening.
It can be soul destroying (and expensive) having seen all your mates cop off, then you have to travel home alone, the worst was in the pub Sunday morning having to listen to what they all had got up to the night before (I even tried making things up, but they always knew I was lying)
The most horrific time I had was when a gang of us went to Amsterdam for a long weekend, inevitably, we ended up in the red light district, my well meaning friends tried to negotiate a price with one of the girls on my behalf, after all the knockbacks I'd had, I wasn't even confident enough to pick up a prostitute, anyway she wanted an extra £10 for me than what the girls wanted from the other guys, I wasn't having that so I went back to the hotel on my own.
You've heard the song "score in a brothel ? you couldn't score in a brothel" that's what they were singing when they got back to the hotel.
That was the end of my nightclub days, and drunken away trips, a life of celibacy was all I had to look forward to.
Then one day I was in Hay on Wye to meet a shooting friend of mine that was looking for a labrador pup, I was early and had an hour or two to spare, so I had wander around the old book shops, on entering a random shop I couldn't help but notice this beautiful looking young girl, and lo and behold she had a rather nice looking Labrador with her.
After browsing, and giving the lady a few admiring glances, suddenly she dropped her bag and the all the contents spilled all over the floor, she knelt down and fumbled to collect them rather awkwardly, so I helped retrieve her shopping and helped her back on her feet, she couldn't thank me enough, and suggested buying me coffee in the little cafe next door, I obviously accepted.
As we were about to leave, the shop owner called to her that he had found the book she had been looking for, I noticed it was in braille.
My luck had suddenly changed ?
A fillum should be made about this poignant story with a grizzled Eddie Redmayne and a beatific Emma Watson with Eddie down Cinders crying into his cups!!
I've read most of the posts on this thread with a heavy heart, because they bring back so many unhappy memories for me (I wasn't the best looking guy, in fact the unkind could call me ugly) no scars or other abnormal facials features, just plain ugly I guess.
Like many, I also frequented the old Swansea night spots with my mates, sadly I as wasn't as fortunate with the ladies as some (not for the lack of trying mind), in fact my success rate was zero, absolute zero, I even got turned down by, let's say the least attractive ladies left partnerless at the end of the evening.
It can be soul destroying (and expensive) having seen all your mates cop off, then you have to travel home alone, the worst was in the pub Sunday morning having to listen to what they all had got up to the night before (I even tried making things up, but they always knew I was lying)
The most horrific time I had was when a gang of us went to Amsterdam for a long weekend, inevitably, we ended up in the red light district, my well meaning friends tried to negotiate a price with one of the girls on my behalf, after all the knockbacks I'd had, I wasn't even confident enough to pick up a prostitute, anyway she wanted an extra £10 for me than what the girls wanted from the other guys, I wasn't having that so I went back to the hotel on my own.
You've heard the song "score in a brothel ? you couldn't score in a brothel" that's what they were singing when they got back to the hotel.
That was the end of my nightclub days, and drunken away trips, a life of celibacy was all I had to look forward to.
Then one day I was in Hay on Wye to meet a shooting friend of mine that was looking for a labrador pup, I was early and had an hour or two to spare, so I had wander around the old book shops, on entering a random shop I couldn't help but notice this beautiful looking young girl, and lo and behold she had a rather nice looking Labrador with her.
After browsing, and giving the lady a few admiring glances, suddenly she dropped her bag and the all the contents spilled all over the floor, she knelt down and fumbled to collect them rather awkwardly, so I helped retrieve her shopping and helped her back on her feet, she couldn't thank me enough, and suggested buying me coffee in the little cafe next door, I obviously accepted.
As we were about to leave, the shop owner called to her that he had found the book she had been looking for, I noticed it was in braille.
A fillum should be made about this poignant story with a grizzled Eddie Redmayne and a beatific Emma Watson with Eddie down Cinders crying into his cups!!
I'd watch it!
or Eric Stoltz as Flashberry and Laura Dern as the girl from Hay
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