johnnieblog

So, as I'm new in town, one of my primary tasks is to find myself a nice babe (it's just wrong not to have one). While I'm a bit of a tart (OK total tart) I do hate waking up with that "Oh my god what have I done" feeling, so I never let my beer googles get much past about stage four.

(Stage 8 googles is where you wake up with a 40+ woman? Who plays rugby against men) as reported as last nights action by my old Churchy City flatmate, who we will know as POG (Pesky Offshore Guy)
Stage 10 googles don't even bear thinking about (The woman you went to bed with is actually a man)
Stage four is where that stunning goddess you have been talking to, actually is quite tidy in the harsh light of day.

So out and about, met this lass, who was quite nice, but a wee bit chunky, who was very enthusiastic about me, which is very flattering, and as I didn't want to palm her off in front of her friends, I ended up spending most of the night with her, even allowed myself to end up at the same tragic 80's club I was at last week.

So a fun night, good snog, but not much closer to reaching my goal.

Why didn't I shag her ?
Something I call the Grocho Conundrum:

I don't date girls who shag blokes like me on the first date.

So we will see what adventures tonight holds.......

Stay tuned - non existant readers.