[Jaspersharpe]

That is brilliant bumbling greatness.

Please tell me he had floppy Hugh Grant-esque hair and you did go for a drink with him.

He'd just watched Notting Hill no doubt. I too would like to know if it worked.

[Cookie]

Ha!  I'm afraid it didn't work, and I didn't go for a drink with him.  I felt a bit nervous and self conscious after he'd said that!  I prefer men with a more subtle approach.  Or at a push, men who chat me up when I'm looking lovely and groomed, not sweaty and chalky.

[grimer]

God Cookie, I read your thread above about your developed calves, and recently the one on Dead fit Birds... about not wanting to develop unflattering muscles, and both times I've read the messages thinking that 'Cookie' was John 'Cuban' Cooke, thinking both times,'You're quite vain, John', but not being that surprised. 

Must make mental note: Cookie is not John Cooke. Cookie is not John Cooke. Cookie is not John Cooke.

[Cookie]

Must make mental note: Cookie is not John Cooke. Cookie is not John Cooke. Cookie is not John Cooke.

I think he posts here as cubanallstar?  There are, admittedly, some subtle differences between us.  For example, I'm small and female.  He's a big bloke.

[Jim]

take that back, cubanallstar is not big (not height wise anyway)

[grimer]

I think he posts here as cubanallstar?  There are, admittedly, some subtle differences between us.  For example, I'm small and female.  He's a big bloke.

Oh yes, I dare say. It's just I have only seen 2 of your posts, and 'Cookie' still makes me think of John Cooke. I merely want to try to shake the image of John looking at his biceps in the full-length morror, his face awash with concern that his muscles are getting too manly, or of a male climbing wall staff member, smooth skinned, smelling sweet, wearing a white sailor's cap at a gay angle, eyeing up John's powerful calves, and thinking,

"Oh boy!"

[webbo]

do you often have fantasies about your male climbing friends oh grim one.

[grimer]

yes. with their great big feminine calves and their ladylike palms.

Actually, it was an image, not a fantasy, the difference being, you try to shake an image

[Night Worker]

do you often have fantasies about your male climbing friends oh grim one.

Everybody needs a hobby

[slackline]

Dancing away with a head-full of 'shrooms (and conseqently little co-ordination) at some night in Sheffield and some random guy comes up to me and says....

"I like your style"

Found it very hard to stop  , he must have thought I was on drugs, oh wait hang on, I was

[Nibile]

this last post reminded me about one night in a club in granada when this french girl came to me and said "me encanta tu cuerpo".
'nuff said.

[Will Hunt]

Nibile, that is the single best thing anyone has ever said to anyone. Ever. What happened next?

[SA Chris]

Nibile, that is the single best thing anyone has ever said to anyone. Ever. What happened next?

Yadda Yadda Yadda. Breakfast?

[Nibile]

Nibile, that is the single best thing anyone has ever said to anyone. Ever. What happened next?

we kissed for the entire night, then we went to her place and i got home at 11 am next morning. then we repeated the same for most of my stay in spain, until she went with another one.
 
then the following year (1997...) i met her in aix en provence, then i never saw her again until 2005, when she came to italy like a tornado over my relationship.
crazy girl to be honest.

thanks for making me remember this!

[Nibile]

yesterday at the gym, with a girld i hadn't seen in a while:
me: oh hallo, how are you, have you been on holiday?
she: yes it was fantastic, and you?
me: i've been here the whole summer, as you can tell by...
she: ...by your muscles?
me: haem, by my pale skin...

holy fucking shit i was so embarassed. if she said "by all the 8b's you've climbed" that would have been good.

[magpie]

Someone told me on Saturday night that I was stunningly attractive and that he would be happy just to look at me all night even if we couldn't think of anything to talk about.  I think I ruined it rather by spitting gin at him while I tried to control my hysterical laughter 

[Houdini]

Yeah man, Stella's fuckin' great!

 

[magpie]

That's pretty much what I said. 

[andy_e]

well, think yourself lucky you're not covered in bruises now if stella's what he was drinking...

[magpie]

I'm fine, I sent him home to his wife 

[a dense loner]

what? his wife's called stella? and he went home to drink from the furry cup?

[fatneck]

Apologies fatneck, logged in as you there.

[saintlade]

To those who've seen me recently they'll know I've been cultivating quite an impressive bouffant but I received the ultimate accolade the other night when being likened to Napoleon Dynamite