
On Friday, I got back from Manchester at about 9.15 pm. Thankfully, the post-Walking Day crowds had subsided pretty much. I got a pint and went outside to sit with a couple of blokes I know. About 5 minutes later, Rachael came and sat at the table next to us with another woman. She was also pretty horny, but extremely dippy in a bad way. The two blokes went, her friend ****ed off and Rachael came to sit at my table. We had a pretty detailed chat, including discussing her daughter, who was recently headbutted by her boyfriend. She will have revenge. I said that perhaps she shouldn't be telling me personal stuff like this as she's only just met me. She said she hates about 95% of the population, she's a good judge of character, and knew she could trust me. She then had to go and she kissed me on the cheek.
The following night, the unit was out and I was running out of cans, so I decided to go for a pint before getting some cans at the garage. I walked in and ordered a pint and then I spotted her at the bar with a much younger woman who was also fit. She smiled and waved. I went out and sat at a bench on my own. 5 minutes later, she came over and asked if I minded them sitting with me. Turns out the other woman was her daughter. She'd wanted to introduce her to me. I obviously didn't mention the headbutt. As we were chatting, Rachael asked me why people called me C... I said it was an abbreviation of my surname and when I told them, her daughter exclaimed "You're not Emily's Dad?". I said that indeed I was. Turns out she'd gone to primary and high school with her and thought she was absolutely lovely. You couldn't write this ****ing stuff. We chatted a while longer and then the two of them went for a dance (disco on Friday and Saturday). A mate had joined me by this stage and bought me my fourth pint. About 10 minutes later, Rachael came out and said "I'm going now. The next time I see you here, let's arrange to go for a pint somewhere else". She then put her face down to kiss me. I was expecting cheek again, but it was full on the lips WITH TONGUE. I'm looking forward to seeing her again. She's a ****ing dinner lady who hates kids. There were no dinner ladies who looked like her when I was at school![]()
so no finger then...
dissappointing.

Like a shark.I'm taking this one slowly. She's very impressive, if potentially dangerous![]()
I worry about what it takes to get a "potentially dangerous" opinion from youI'm taking this one slowly. She's very impressive, if potentially dangerous![]()

I worry about what it takes to get a "potentially dangerous" opinion from you![]()
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On Friday, I got back from Manchester at about 9.15 pm. Thankfully, the post-Walking Day crowds had subsided pretty much. I got a pint and went outside to sit with a couple of blokes I know. About 5 minutes later, Rachael came and sat at the table next to us with another woman. She was also pretty horny, but extremely dippy in a bad way. The two blokes went, her friend ****ed off and Rachael came to sit at my table. We had a pretty detailed chat, including discussing her daughter, who was recently headbutted by her boyfriend. She will have revenge. I said that perhaps she shouldn't be telling me personal stuff like this as she's only just met me. She said she hates about 95% of the population, she's a good judge of character, and knew she could trust me. She then had to go and she kissed me on the cheek.
The following night, the unit was out and I was running out of cans, so I decided to go for a pint before getting some cans at the garage. I walked in and ordered a pint and then I spotted her at the bar with a much younger woman who was also fit. She smiled and waved. I went out and sat at a bench on my own. 5 minutes later, she came over and asked if I minded them sitting with me. Turns out the other woman was her daughter. She'd wanted to introduce her to me. I obviously didn't mention the headbutt. As we were chatting, Rachael asked me why people called me C... I said it was an abbreviation of my surname and when I told them, her daughter exclaimed "You're not Emily's Dad?". I said that indeed I was. Turns out she'd gone to primary and high school with her and thought she was absolutely lovely. You couldn't write this ****ing stuff. We chatted a while longer and then the two of them went for a dance (disco on Friday and Saturday). A mate had joined me by this stage and bought me my fourth pint. About 10 minutes later, Rachael came out and said "I'm going now. The next time I see you here, let's arrange to go for a pint somewhere else". She then put her face down to kiss me. I was expecting cheek again, but it was full on the lips WITH TONGUE. I'm looking forward to seeing her again. She's a ****ing dinner lady who hates kids. There were no dinner ladies who looked like her when I was at school![]()

I worry about what it takes to get a "potentially dangerous" opinion from you![]()

Oh, the irony![]()

I, too, am a good judge of character. It's quite useful in the job I do![]()

I was referring more to her putting her trust in you prior to you broadcasting it on the internet mate![]()

You haven't got a ****ing clue who she is![]()

You've already given more than enough details to be able to figure it out mate![]()

Have you drunk any of her piss yet? Its a fair question, we know what you're like![]()
No. We're not quite at that stage yet, unfortunately 
Have you drunk any of her piss yet? Its a fair question, we know what you're like![]()