jeez. just been for what was supposed to be a quiet date with a lovely girl. Walked into the loudest rnb/hip hop night i've ever heard. Couldn't hear ourselves think. But the dances. jesus. I think I am getting really old. It was the funniest night. the pair of us just sitting there and watching all the white girls check themselves in the mirror every ten seconds. Jesus. I'm glad i'm not 21 anymore. We had it better than this surely. Some of the couples were amazing dancers admitably. The barmaid told me that emma bunton and blu were regulars. Right won't be going back there again. Plus right at the end. Saw the dodgiest geezer i ain't seen for a long time. WEll dodgy cause if he recognised me it could of kicked off and he was with some people i know who are serious nutters. Basically my best mate goes out with his ex and we ain't talking penknives and punch up gangsters here. I won't go into details in the chillout. The girl i was with was laughing at one of thier hats and i felt like natalie portman in leon when she walks down that corridor. jeez. Home nice and snug now
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I hate it when that happens, I remember being in a place in town (no, I shan't tell you what it was called :$) and they were playing lots of bump 'n' grind, well thats all pretty boring to me, so I went off and stood at the bar getting as much booze down me as I could, waiting for the next DJ to come on.
Next thing I know, I'm dragged off to the dancefloor for a dance with this girl, still holding my bottle, I look around for a table to rest it on, and before I can, she's backed right upto me, and is doing that manic ass-shaking thang, that you see on all them r'n'b videos, ohhhhhh somethings stiring in the trouser area, and I'm getting a bit nervous about when she walks off to get her drink/goes to toilet/talks to mates, she does, and I peg it over to the corner to sit down and hide my trouser tent.
Bloody teases, chuh.
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Next thing I know, I'm dragged off to the dancefloor for a dance with this girl, still holding my bottle, I look around for a table to rest it on, and before I can, she's backed right upto me, and is doing that manic ass-shaking thang, that you see on all them r'n'b videos, ohhhhhh somethings stiring in the trouser area, and I'm getting a bit nervous about when she walks off to get her drink/goes to toilet/talks to mates, she does, and I peg it over to the corner to sit down and hide my trouser tent.
Bloody teases, chuh.
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embarassing tale #2230, thank you, I'm here all week, no really...
