Hands up!

Filing this under guy horror stories.

Back in the day, when T and I were still living in Sydnery, we use to meet up, have dinner and hang out. One night, we met up at Manly beach and sat by the sand gossiping away like teenagers :)

Along strolled a friendly guy, who stopped to talk to us.

Fine, fine, we're sociable...

...Until I noticed where this guy's hands were.

In his pockets? Nay nay!

In his CROTCH?

(O_O)

Aye aye!!!

I quickly avert my eyes and stop conversing. T, however, has failed to notice! She's talking about the footy. She's talking and talking. I glare at her. She's still talking *grin*

Meanwhile, everytime I look at the guy, his hands were busy *lol*

*Eventually*, T notices, and we get up to leave. Finally!!!

Guys, next time you talk to me and T, hands up where I can see em!!! We're not your cheap oriental thrills! Not for free anyway ;)

History

I was thinking today, that awhile ago, B, me and A had joked about writing a book of guy horror stories *grin* How funny would it be?

So, here goes :)

I went through a phase when I was living in Sydnery, where I'd hike to the Opera House with a book and read in the sun. As you would in a country that's *filled* with sunshine (apart from when I was there for the whole month of Feb this year :P). A guy approached me, and we talked. We got along, we exchanged numbers, we agreed to meet up :)

So far so good.

On the agreed date, I met him at his apartment. Yes yes, I was being good, I had made plans to meet friends at a bar after (B, Shuai - Not sure if you remember the night *grin*). As I got a tour of his apartment, the strangest sight beheld me...

... a coat rack:

... with boxer shorts on every hook o_O

At the moment I was wondering, "WTF?", a roach scampers across the floor, over the bed.

Eeeeeek! Time to leave!!! We kissed, I left. I really really left.

During the week he got in touch with me and wanted to meet for lunch. I was busy working on a presentation, so I declined. He kept insisting. I gave in and agreed to meet him at the Queen Victoria statue.

I waited. Waited. Waited. No show.

Fcker.

I was stood up.

That's it. No more. I ignored messages. I ignored calls.

He found me reading at the Opera House the next weekend. I didn't want to chat, but he did.

Him: Blah blah blah (I don't remember this bit)
Me: "Whatever. Go away."

This next bit, I definitely remember *grin*

Him: "YOU THINK I CAN HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU? YOU... YOU... I COULD NEVER INTRODUCE YOU TO MY FRIENDS. YOU LOOK LIKE A MONKEY!"
Me: *ROFL* "Thank you for brightening my day :)"
Him: *walking off* "I ONLY SLEEP WITH BEAUTIFUL WOMEN. FCK YOU!"

*grin* Being called a monkey :) Beat that! ;)