So I've been dating / now seeing srsly a Portuguese girl since June.
It's been fucking amazing. I mean, she's even expressed an interest in learning about cricket.
What a delightful lunatic. I love her. I'm off to see her now, bye.
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So I've been dating / now seeing srsly a Portuguese girl since June.
It's been fucking amazing. I mean, she's even expressed an interest in learning about cricket.
What a delightful lunatic. I love her. I'm off to see her now, bye.
Well, that was something.
Spaghetti?! Alright, your highness.Quote:
Originally Posted by Magic
Messaged a girl I've fancied for a few months, asking her pretty unambiguously on a date. I've quite enjoyed feeling like a lovesick teenager, trying to fecklessly work out if she's interested in me, but she's quite guarded and tough to read so I thought fuck it, at least this way I'll know. In the past the fear of rejection has stopped me from asking out girls who I was about 90% sure did like me, so it's quite nice to have the balls to ask out a girl even when I'd say it's probably 25/75 if I'm being generous. God loves a trier, I guess.
Married lads, how did you propose? Did you take a more traditional route or something over the top and wanky?
We were over in Portugal at their home for her sisters baby christening/baptism. I was supposed to have the stones to ask her dad prior if I could have his daughter in marriage etc but bottled it so once he left, the next night, I proposed near her home. Nothing too elaborate other than picking the right place.
I just asked over a drink on holidays.
At her 21st.
Keep us updated, we're rooting for you. Your courage gives us all something to believe in.Quote:
Originally Posted by igor_balis
Asked ’for her hand’ from her father and grandad (although would’ve gone through with anyway). Then proposed later that day in a place where her parents got married and it has a Romeo and Juliet type of story. Played a blinder there and waited just ten years to take her up on her promise to marry me.Quote:
Originally Posted by Greg
Flew her away for a surprise trip to Barcelona and did it on a beach at sunset.
It's all about 'the story', so it's worth putting the effort in.
Went to Cockermouth, made a few puns so we fell out and then BAM.
My mam was over visiting and she knew I had been planning it for a while. We drown down to palm beach to spend the weekend with the missus parents.
We got there the Friday night and when she went inside for something I asked her Dad. He approved but I wasn't sure what the plan was going to be. It was then decided we would go to the beach on the Evening. So I did it out there under a full moon.
Raoul should tell this one at dinner parties instead.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danny
She realized pretty quickly I had no clue what I was going to do and I just winged it. Maybe leave that bit out.
Went to her favourite restaurant at Canary Wharf on a mild August day. I had the ring in my jacket pocket which had since made it’s way to being in my bag as it was too hot to wear it. No problem, I’ll get the ring when she goes to the bog. Which she still hadn’t done when fucking dessert arrived. In the end I had to pretend that I had seen a couple of umbrellas up out sider so I could get my jacket out.
Should have waited until after the baby, there’s no way she’s going more than a course between slashes these days.
"On a mild August day..:" :D
We just decided to do it for potential spousal hires and/or for me to become French.
Have you not suffered enough?Quote:
Originally Posted by Pepe
Imagine putting effort in to become French.
The alternative is becoming American.
Oh, right. As you were.
That might be the worlds best example of a ‘rock and a hard place’.
And still apparently it beats just being Mexican.
You're better off being American than French.
Americans can't live and love in 27 different EU countries, m8.
If I get a job here, then I'll probably stay. But if I don't then I'll try to live and love in one of the 27 EU countries. I tried looking for jobs in Mexico but even finding job ads was a nightmare, so I gave up on that.
Remember when Ital claimed America had more 'diversity' than India because there some people like NASCAR more than others? Well I agree.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jimmy Floyd
I'd rather be French than English.
Great so now we need a fucking wall.
She said no </3Quote:
Originally Posted by Hammer
Worth a shot though.
Just matched with a girl on tinder, and she instantly messaged me. Assumed it was a bot, instead i got "you look like you're on base you scruff". Bit harsh.
I don't even know what that means.Quote:
Originally Posted by igor_balis
I think it means he fucks kids or something.Quote:
Originally Posted by leedsrevolution
base means speed you losers
only know that because my dad legitimately was addicted to base amphetamines so a bit close to the bone
Well, I've learned something today. From my perspective, his addiction was completely worth it.
I've never once heard speed been called base.Quote:
Originally Posted by igor_balis
I thought base was meth?
edit: Turns out it's anything
Free base (freebase, free-base) is the conjugate base (deprotonated) form of an amine, as opposed to its conjugate acid (protonated) form. The amine is often an alkaloid, such as nicotine, cocaine, morphine, and ephedrine, or derivatives thereof.
It just means you're smoking it rather than taking it in another form.
A substance made up of about 60% amphetamine.
In contrast to speed, which is made up of about 5% amphetamine.
Often methamphetamine is defined as base: "a purer form of speed".
Methamphetamine is a completely different chemical, with different effects. Base is the same chemical as speed, just in much higher concentrations.
Usually has a different effect to speed, as the higher dosage doesn't just mean fuller effects, but whole new ones as well.
NB: both amphetamine and methamphetamine have absolutely NOTHING to do with 2,3 methylenedioxymethamphetamine (ecstasy), despite the uneducated and ill-informed ramblings of the DEA.
personone: Meth is just a purer form of speed.
persontwo: No, that's base you idiot. Meth is a different chemical to speed.
personone: Allow me to kiss your educated feet, master. I revere in your mighty intelligence.
What the fuck is all that bollocks.
28th November: Mahow's poems get weird
I know I'm foreign and all, but to me the word "base" has always meant like a headquarter or a point of origin for operations of some kind, alternatively like a foundation.
Well forget that base-ic bitch (ha get it?), I've got a "coffee date" with a real fitty this afternoon. I'm a bit nervous because I'm absolutely punching, not helped by a couple of female friends saying essentially "wow, really?" Also, this is my first tinder date that hasn't involved booze. Hopefully nervous energy makes me funny and interesting rather than anxious and sweaty. Thank fuck it's fucking freezing.
Hopefully the coffee place is absolutely sweltering, and bustling so you both have to shout making it even more awkward.
reach into my jacket to get my wallet and all my speed falls onto the counter
Just chill out. The worst that can happen is you soiling yourself.
You will fucking bottle it.
thanks for the support, lads