So... is the moral of these tales that you lads look like gullible saps or is it that you look sad and Desperate?
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Duh no, it's don't trust John Lewis staff, they want your kidneys.
I remember the story of my cousin and his friend early in the 80s before AIDS was discovered they went to west end of London. After having
some drinks they were approached by two young girls, the girls asked them if they want sex. They said yes, and the girls took some money from
them promising to go and look for a place. They never came back.
One of them early went to a Massage Parlour thinking that sex was part of the package he was disappointed.
some drinks they were approached by two young girls, the girls asked them if they want sex. They said yes, and the girls took some money from
them promising to go and look for a place. They never came back.
One of them early went to a Massage Parlour thinking that sex was part of the package he was disappointed.
I had my elbow in a girls face earlier on the tube. She was quite hot.
[HASHTAG]#lifestory[/HASHTAG]Back in University we used to have this thing called beach weekend every spring.
For an extended weekend each fraternity would book a mini hotel/ larger rental house at Myrtle Beach and would skip class that Friday (professors knew about it and would often cancel classes that day). For a weekend my University took over the beach.
My frat had a place we rented a couple of blocks from the beach.
Anyhow, one beach weekend I was walking back from a nighttime stroll on the beach and this skinny black lady was standing at a corner smoking. She pleasantly asked me "how's the beach?" (Nothing that made me suspect she was a prostitute, she wasn't dressed like how I'd imagine one to dress either... I think she was just a vacationer being pleasant).
I slowed down to respond to her that it was nice... Can't remember my exact words, just general pleasantries and then I started on my way back to my hotel. Just as I was starting off again I heard a group of men yelling at me.
"That Hooker has AIDS, stay away from her."
I ignored them and decided to head back to my hotel. The men (a group of about 4 or 5, scruffy, obviously drunk mid 20 something's) continued yelling at me to watch out for the hooker with Aids. They started jogging in my direction.
I thought, oh crap... What do I do? I didn't want to go back to my hotel and have these weirdos follow me and know where I was staying. I didn't want to run and make them give chase and I certainly didn't want them to catch up with me on a secluded corner they were obviously drunk and seemed more a beligerent drunk than a pleasant drunk.
I started speed walking in the direction of a bar, that I hoped would still be open and hopefully crowded... Thinking safety in a crowd.
Naturally, with them drunkenly jogging towards me and me only walking they caught up with me quicker than I would have hoped.
They surrounded me and were saying things like "woah man, we just saved your life, you should thank us. That Hooker has AIDS, you'd have aids if it weren't for us.". I told them I wasn't planning on sleeping with her but they just kept telling me over and over how they saved my life. Then, eventually they left. No conflict.
Quite scary, but they turned out not to have malicious intent they were just odd. Not the only scary thing to happen to me on a beach weekend.... If my kid goes to my University he's banned from beach weekend.
Anyhow, that's my prostitute story, and I don't think the whore was even a whore.
Did you ever live in the UK?
I had my elbow in a girls face earlier on the tube. She was quite hot.
Did she lick your elbow since it was right there, or was she a prude?
Does she slap you?. Only you can find out that she is hot.
It's obvious since she didn't slap him that she was hoping he would strip her naked right then and there. Zingy missed his opening.
Not a good Samaritan: Many years a go going to work at Kings Cross, I saw this young woman looking as she was going to fall. As I approach
to help her I saw that she was trying to inject herself with a needle. I ran as far as I can.
to help her I saw that she was trying to inject herself with a needle. I ran as far as I can.
I don't have the skills of RHC and Dribs.
I think he needs to dedicate this thread to his everyday life. I'd love to hear about his daily experiences. Like your Cheese thread.****ing hell dribs. You don't half get yourself into some weird situations
I think he needs to dedicate this thread to his everyday life. I'd love to hear about his daily experiences. Like your Cheese thread.
It's starting to look like that's a good idea
Back in University we used to have this thing called beach weekend every spring.
For an extended weekend each fraternity would book a mini hotel/ larger rental house at Myrtle Beach and would skip class that Friday (professors knew about it and would often cancel classes that day). For a weekend my University took over the beach.
My frat had a place we rented a couple of blocks from the beach.
Anyhow, one beach weekend I was walking back from a nighttime stroll on the beach and this skinny black lady was standing at a corner smoking. She pleasantly asked me "how's the beach?" (Nothing that made me suspect she was a prostitute, she wasn't dressed like how I'd imagine one to dress either... I think she was just a vacationer being pleasant).
I slowed down to respond to her that it was nice... Can't remember my exact words, just general pleasantries and then I started on my way back to my hotel. Just as I was starting off again I heard a group of men yelling at me.
"That Hooker has AIDS, stay away from her."
I ignored them and decided to head back to my hotel. The men (a group of about 4 or 5, scruffy, obviously drunk mid 20 something's) continued yelling at me to watch out for the hooker with Aids. They started jogging in my direction.
I thought, oh crap... What do I do? I didn't want to go back to my hotel and have these weirdos follow me and know where I was staying. I didn't want to run and make them give chase and I certainly didn't want them to catch up with me on a secluded corner they were obviously drunk and seemed more a beligerent drunk than a pleasant drunk.
I started speed walking in the direction of a bar, that I hoped would still be open and hopefully crowded... Thinking safety in a crowd.
Naturally, with them drunkenly jogging towards me and me only walking they caught up with me quicker than I would have hoped.
They surrounded me and were saying things like "woah man, we just saved your life, you should thank us. That Hooker has AIDS, you'd have aids if it weren't for us.". I told them I wasn't planning on sleeping with her but they just kept telling me over and over how they saved my life. Then, eventually they left. No conflict.
Quite scary, but they turned out not to have malicious intent they were just odd. Not the only scary thing to happen to me on a beach weekend...
Anyhow, that's my prostitute story, and I don't think the whore was even a whore.
Wonder if they were just racists?
In Myrtle Beach of all places that's very likely. Myrtle Beach's main strip is full of shops selling rebel flags and even Nazi memorabilia (German WWII themed stuff). It's the most racist redneck place I've been.
I never go there as an adult. South Carolina has so many nicer beaches, even if Myrtle is the one we're unfortunately famous for.