How many times have I told you lot I don't know how to do it. Nothing pictureworthy yet anyway. I think there will be, though
FFS all you need is a camera, a darkroom, a scanner and access to the internet to upload digitally scanned prints. Or you could just use What'sApp.
Right. MD has ****ed off for lunch. I got to the Grange about 5 minutes before kick-off. Julie was standing at the bar talking to another woman. She obviously hadn't seen me and I wanted to get a spec for the match, so I didn't crack on. About 20 minutes later, my mate called to ask me to let him in. As I walked back in, Julie was facing the room and saw me. She actually ran over to me and threw her arms round me. She kissed me on both cheeks and I said "What's all this cheek business about?", so she threw one straight on my lips. She told me she'd missed me. We had a brief chat (I missed the ****ing goal) and I returned to my seat. At half time, I went for a *** and she was outside with a couple of young girls who ****ing annoy me, but I've let on that they don't, so they think I'm OK now. She asked me if I was on Face Book and after I'd finished laughing I told her not. I got a pen and a piece of paper from behind the bar and wrote my email address down, saying I thought it a little forward to ask for her number or to give her mins. She said "I don't really do email. so you'll have to give me your number" which i did. She left before full time, coming over and kissing me again and said she'd be in touch. "Yeah, right" I thought. I went straight home after the match and settled down to House of Cards. My text noise then went off and it was my reporter mate texting how well we'd played (he wasn't at the match last night). Vic asked who it was and I told her. I texted him back. It then dinged again and I opened it thinking it was my mate. It wasn't. It said "Hey Andrew How's you. Tis Julie <smiley> I said it was Phil again. I texted saying I'd call her tomorrow and she texted back saying "I can't wait". So what's the plan? Only problem is she doesn't drive either. I'm going to suggest we meet to put our cards on the table. I think she works tonight until 7, so I might suggest we meet in town after she finishes. If not, then tomorrow afternoon or evening (Vic goes to see her lesbian friends on a Saturday night and doesn't get back until gone 2 am. Your views?
The unit will murder you when she finds out, as a trade in would Julie be an upgrade ? Find out what baggage she is carrying before getting to involved, nothing worse than getting involved then finding out her boyfriend will be coming out of prison soon after serving a 5 year stretch for GBH
@rhc Yeah. You really need to remove the unit from the picture. If you start seeing Julie, eventually she'll find out. When that happens it could make things difficult on the Julie front too. The fair thing to do for you, Julie, and the unit is to let the unit know it's not working out. Also if Julie's friends annoy you... They'll only annoy you more the closer you get to Julie. If you just want to bang her that's not a problem. If your intentions are more that could be a point of much irritation in the future. Oh and congrats on the action. / bet she has a penis though.
That's the 'cards on the table' bit. She has a 'boyfriend' she's been seeing for only 3 months. She knows I was with Vic, but perhaps not that she lives at my house, so that needs addressing. Yes, she's a ****ing massive upgrade, but I'm not doing anything on that front until I've got to know her a LOT better. She attractive, has a great figure and is good fun and interesting to talk to, so it's a ****ing good start
Does this julie know about "the unit" you might as well go meet the woman as you suggest and see what's what.... as in whats what not whats her front bottom feel like right off.
Even if you don't go very long with Julie. The unwanted unit is still going to be dragging you down and making other encounters difficult. Even if not to be with Julie you need a way to ditch The unit if you don't want her.
They weren't her friends, they're just kids. Julie's 42. I'm still old enough to be her father Her best friend is Gladys, also a barmaid there who thinks I'm ****ing great (she's told Julie several times) and she's not that far off being old enough to be my mother
