Another Flash's woman woe thread.
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Picture the scene.
Thursday, a few liveners in the City with chums. Stumbling home, get text message from the hot neighbour (girl in flat downstairs - a bit older, blonde, hot, stylish and single). There has been some low level flirting for a while - but nothing too serious. We go for a few drinks in Dulwich Village.
This morning:
- hangover
- blonde in my bed
- awful feeling that this may have been a really, really bad idea.
Trying to sneak her out before flatmate sees, says 'I told you so' and(big mouth when drunk) tells others, including a couple of delectable prospects for this weekend. Obviously, I fail.
Flashman is a cretin. This is official.
*edited for deeply shaky hangover spelling
>> Edited by Harry Flashman on Friday 4th November 12:49
Thursday, a few liveners in the City with chums. Stumbling home, get text message from the hot neighbour (girl in flat downstairs - a bit older, blonde, hot, stylish and single). There has been some low level flirting for a while - but nothing too serious. We go for a few drinks in Dulwich Village.
This morning:
- hangover
- blonde in my bed
- awful feeling that this may have been a really, really bad idea.
Trying to sneak her out before flatmate sees, says 'I told you so' and(big mouth when drunk) tells others, including a couple of delectable prospects for this weekend. Obviously, I fail.
Flashman is a cretin. This is official.
*edited for deeply shaky hangover spelling
>> Edited by Harry Flashman on Friday 4th November 12:49
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