One is a scum-sucking bottom dweller and the other is a fish.
While trying to enjoy a walk today before we got hit by the edge of Tropical Storm Cindy, I was followed for nearly half an hour by a pair of walking hormone storms, also known as 17-year-old boys, who used every cheesy pickup tactic known to man. It would have been funny if it weren't so annoying and pathetic. Eventually I told them I only had three months to live, and they sort of backed off after that.
Ladies (or gentlemen), short of the use of acetelyne torches, how does one get such a creature to leave them alone when that creature refuses to take any hints? The three-months-to-live thing worked quite well, but I'm not going to be able to use it anymore when I run into one of these boys again in six months.
In six months time you may have changed your tune. I remember myself at your age - my only interests were football and skiving off school.
Then, after an unexpected fumble in the bushes with a practised filly who took advantage of my tender years, I was never away from the skirt. She had me completely hooked, y'see. Gad, my arse was a blur.
But, if you're adamant you need advice to rid yourself of this irksome pair (they sound as green as cabbage to me - definitely not followers of Flashy, or you would no doubt have succumbed) or their kind, there's no surer way to put a chap down than a swift kick in the Happy Sack.
LOL, no idea. The revealing clothing theory doesn't work, because I was dressed pretty conservatively - knee-length pants and a nice sleeveless shirt.
And Flashman - yes, they were clealry green, it was pathetic. But even if they had been a pair of Prince Charmings, I have someone waiting for me back home, and I'm going to be a good girl this summer.
geeksandgeeks wrote: One is a scum-sucking bottom dweller and the other is a fish.
While trying to enjoy a walk today before we got hit by the edge of Tropical Storm Cindy, I was followed for nearly half an hour by a pair of walking hormone storms, also known as 17-year-old boys, who used every cheesy pickup tactic known to man. It would have been funny if it weren't so annoying and pathetic. Eventually I told them I only had three months to live, and they sort of backed off after that.
Ladies (or gentlemen), short of the use of acetelyne torches, how does one get such a creature to leave them alone when that creature refuses to take any hints? The three-months-to-live thing worked quite well, but I'm not going to be able to use it anymore when I run into one of these boys again in six months.
Ugh, I know what you mean. Back last year some creepy ass guy kept hitting on me on the bus. He kept saying, "Do you wanna be my girlfriend? Just for the rest of the ride?"
deleted user 07.07.2005 20:47
All I would have to say would be "I have a boyfriend and he is an insanely jealous guy, so you better back off before he hunts you down and guts you like a fish for even looking at me."
;^)
<font color=purple>Miss James wrote: All I would have to say would be "I have a boyfriend and he is an insanely jealous guy, so you better back off before he hunts you down and guts you like a fish for even looking at me."
;^)
LOL, that would work better if mine weren't 400 miles away. *whimper* I miss my slav - er, sorry, my boyfriend.