OP probably doing the same wondering whether to reveal all.
Ladies and gentlemen, wish me luck!
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OP probably doing the same wondering whether to reveal all.
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He could be in Vegas.
My prediction!
Heart fluttering he glanced over at the pub door as a majestic beauty enters, "It's her..." his inner voice repeatedly whispers in his head. His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti. He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop (Jäger) bombs.
As his nerves calm a strange air of awkwardness blankets them. Something just isn't right, they know too much about one another, but not each other. Their heads scrambling to pluck out interesting facts they've virtually told each other, Facebook likes, anything will do! "So you eh, like X-Factor?" Agnes proclaims eagerly. "Yes... yes I do, uhm you?" she replies, her eyes fixated but mind absent as she takes another slurp of Panda Pop through a straw, which annoyingly has a hole in the side so when you suck it shoots out, like a ruptured artery that is Agnes' heart and love for this girl.
As the night drew dark and stars did shine, a revelation dawned upon Agnes. Fantasy is always better than reality, a girl of his dreams but not of real life. They parted ways with a hug and simple kiss on the cheek, feigning promise to meet once again. Gradually their online conversations will dwindle like the ember of a dying fire, along with the mystery that once was.
Either that or he smashed her back doors in.
Heart fluttering he glanced over at the pub door as a majestic beauty enters, "It's her..." his inner voice repeatedly whispers in his head. His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti. He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop (Jäger) bombs.
As his nerves calm a strange air of awkwardness blankets them. Something just isn't right, they know too much about one another, but not each other. Their heads scrambling to pluck out interesting facts they've virtually told each other, Facebook likes, anything will do! "So you eh, like X-Factor?" Agnes proclaims eagerly. "Yes... yes I do, uhm you?" she replies, her eyes fixated but mind absent as she takes another slurp of Panda Pop through a straw, which annoyingly has a hole in the side so when you suck it shoots out, like a ruptured artery that is Agnes' heart and love for this girl.
As the night drew dark and stars did shine, a revelation dawned upon Agnes. Fantasy is always better than reality, a girl of his dreams but not of real life. They parted ways with a hug and simple kiss on the cheek, feigning promise to meet once again. Gradually their online conversations will dwindle like the ember of a dying fire, along with the mystery that once was.
Either that or he smashed her back doors in.
Or staring at an empty bottle of scotch wishing he was.
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I so hope the OP is knee deep in pastie still.
Though it is likely to be something quite the opposite.
Though it is likely to be something quite the opposite.
Soldato
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Hang on, Jason2 was right! He's dumped us for an international hussy. 
That or he got joggers trots going in for a kiss and hasn't been able to tell us
That or he got joggers trots going in for a kiss and hasn't been able to tell us
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