Sat here, why am i here ? Im thinking to myself i hate bowling. Everyone always takes the piss out of me that i can't aim. They aren't wrong. My friend begged me to come so she doesn't move too fast with someone she likes.
So here i am getting the odd pin but on the whole missing. There is a group of us. Any time im not at the bottom of the score card is success when any kind of coordination is required.
Keeping an eye on the bowling, i notice the person bending over has some tight jeans on... for a split second i question if its one of the girls that i think looks good, those jeans are filled, round pert and firm. Slightly concerned i might be attracted to my friend that ive known for over a year but haven't found attractive before. 🙃
I quickly realised she isn't in jeans. All this happens in a split second. As the guy straightens up after bowling i realise i hadn't been attracted to a mans backside before and push the idea out of my mind... i must be loosing it. Four years later that ass is well... ;)
I go back to keeping score determined to not come last, despite this i still fail.
Someone else let's us know about a poker night that's taking place and offers us to join them, im relieved at the idea of not having to pretend to be coordinated literate and happily agree to any other kind of get together.
Later on we bring drinks and sweets to play poker with. I find out its cute bum guy who is hosting the event. I hear from his friends he is with someone and trying to make it work. I later find out they split up the night before. So his out of bounds for my pervted little mind and honesty.... this is so tame for a night out. I can't hook up with anyone here and not have to remember their name, never mind their phone number without having to bump into them. The things we do for friends. So... i settle into realizing that vodka is limited and try to focus on the game.
Up until this point i spent my time not in uni but work and any time off was travelling the uk to visit friends in uni and clubbing hammered off vodka waking up next to whoever was up for fun that night. Basically not girlfriend material. Really board but i soon discover poker is fun. Let's call cute bum guy M. Turns M is good at poker too. Who does this idiot think he is? So i raise to see how chicken shit he is.
My friend lost on purpose so she could go and chat the the guy she likes and dragged me along to be her wing woman again. So im left on my own in a random student night playing poker on guys night. I eventually win one of the rounds and get a drink. Have a chat to some of the other guys and wonder when we get to leave. On the way home my friend is really happy because it went well with the guy she likes and she got a proper date but it isn't for a while so we have to go back for another poker night.
I find i like poker and apparently i pass they guy code as im asked back. Turns out im a better player that some of them, fun night out story wise as well as poker. I continue my fuckapaides around the country and have fun. Winning at poker is fun, especially when it winds the other person up and they try and win next time sometimes they win too.
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A few months later i find myself on 'not a date' at the cinema. After sticking around for my friend she conveniently disappeared when i asked lol. It was not a date as i was adamant i don't do dates but the film looked good so....
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At some point there was a night out that involved tripple vodkas, a traffic cone, staying over in my friends. Fucking at the bottom of the stairs with a early 20s guy who was a farmer, yes had a six pack (we couldn't seem to get up the stairs and all the rooms were taken). He could lift me up :). It was a good night of what i can remember. Waking up at the bottom of the stairs in my friends house share topless with covers up to my waist and her housemate opening the door. Farmer guy (not M) was still asleep it was early and i needed to get to work. I put my jacket on, go use some toothpaste, fix my face and leave for the day. Farmer guy is still comatose at the bottom of the stairs.
This is why they liked me at poker night, these kinds of stories and scored i more than some of the guys. But its was like they finally had a woman they could ask any question too lol.
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This is a true story of how i met my last Dom and partner at poker night. Turns out not a date night guy won, not farmer guy.
His ass btw was perfect as he spent years fencing.
Next time i might have to explain how i met his parents.
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My latest escapades where in London with a very handsome Russian guy (that accent is amazing).