Not long ago I was the victim of a serious kanoodling onslaught. Pokes in the abs of steel, hands down the shirt feeling the iron pecs, continuos appraisal of my stunning good looks. And it worked...it felt so good! Finally someone realising the enourmous speciality of me.
Off topic..I've now had a texting relationship (kind of, maybe, its what i call it). Heres how it went:
Anonymous: Yeah i agree girl its just so hard getting back out there after being with him for five years...Ive forgotten wat to do. Sweet dreams. Wendy
Me: Sorry I think ou may have the wrong number. Have a good night.
Wendy: Oops sorry :0)
Me: No worries its all good
Wendy: Thanks, i feel like an idiot! My girlfriends now laughing at me...See what men do to ya!!!
Me: We're not all bad. Anyway, who hasnt sent a message to the wrong number before?
(I wouldlike to say here that at the time I was studying for a uni quiz the next day and completey bored)
Wendy: Oops again...Yeah i know all men arnt the same but im yet to find one! Sorry again god now i really do feel like an idiot!
Me: No worries. Have a good one.
Wendy: Ok i wont say anything else now but goodnight whoever you are :0)
Me: Cheers. Sam
Wendy: Good name! Thats my sons name too
Me: Great name. Bet he's a fantastic kid
Wendy: He is so cute! Excellent kid couldn't ask for better. Just glad he is like me and not his dad unfortunately
Me: Good to hear. Just dont let him talk to strangers the night before a uni quiz
Wendy: Laugh out loud! What are you trying to study?
Me: Human development. The Early Years. Interesting but would be better if i actaully had a kid
Wendy: How old are you if you dont mind me asking?
Me: 20. Still got a few years before my first. And yourself?
Wendy: Yes there is no rush for you believe me take your time. Im 31 and its hard work with kids but fun. Ill let you get back to study. Good luck tomorrow with exam
Me: Cheers. I enjoyed the distraction
Wendy: No worries anytime. Isnt it strange... I msg wrong number and now talking to complete stranger. Yes i enjoyed it too thanks. Now go study! :0)
And then it was over. At least I got her number!
(And before I go, just a quick tip. If you are at uni early in the morning, say when the cleaners are cleaning, make sure there isnt an old cleaner lady hiding in a cubicle when you go to the toilet. It can provide an awkward situation for both when she walks out before you have had time to shake it, shake it, shake it. Shake it like a polaroid picture!)
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hahaha......oooh dear thats a funny story. you should get back to her you could use the kid for assignments
I've thought about this and I am sorry to say, I am sure there was no hand down the shirt. At least not on my part ... I am far too shy/innocent/angelic. It does, however, sound a lot like something a friend of mine would've done (except change shirt to pants).
I do vividly remember the grabs/pokes to the abs of steel, biceps and the appraisal of good looks, though.
Sam: You're a guy, you loved it, you wanted to tell the world. Don't act all assaulted and upset. All men want a good hand down the pants now and then.
So Sam's finally getting some action...
Kanoodled by 2 girls! Now I do feel special
who was the second kannodler??
and when??
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