AH, a new Popcorn thread...
Great thread.
Great thread.
This reminds me when I sent a picture of my boobs to a guy (it was casual) and he replied “num nums”He said ‘titties’
??????????!!!! was he the 'Bitty' guy from little Britain by any chance?This reminds me when I sent a picture of my boobs to a guy (it was casual) and he replied “num nums”
That's horrifying! I hope you didn't sleep with him after thatThis reminds me when I sent a picture of my boobs to a guy (it was casual) and he replied “num nums”
Kyle WalkerOh OH! I have a juicy one actually!
I met a guy on a night out when I was a hostess in a club and we got chatting in the VIP lounge after I’d finished my shift. He was hella funny, not creepy, my type, I was tipsy so offered him my number to which he replied, I already have it, you stopped replying? And showed me his phone with my name and number in there... that man (I found out later) is a premier league footballer with a long term GF and an illegitimate child with a wannabe zeleb.
I asked how he had my number and he told me where he asked for my number 18 months previously (for info: he wasn’t playing in the premiership, nobody knew who he was but he was funny as duck and my type) I remembered why I stopped replying to him - he was such a beg, constantly texting, I found it so overwhelming I ghosted him in favour of another man I’d met that night nothing came of the other man either but I thank my lucky stars I ghosted him when I read what he’s been up to since I met him!
If your real life name is Megan bet that was a massive tick for the Pete wannabeI get ptsd every time I see Pete Wicks
Yeah boiiiii! I mean obvs....Kyle Walker
I genuinely don't know how someone can live in that filth. I mean how does he not have knob rot. How. HOW.He’s a class act. Get rid of the fucker. I bet his dick smells like that manky toilet.
BUT... did you ever find out if he had flippers or feet?I was seeing a man, he was good to me, chatty, entertaining, all the good things but I couldn't get past his feet. He had many pairs of shoes but they all seemed to be pulled in an abnormal shape. I convinced myself that if he took his shoes off he would have flippers for feet. Once this thought was in my head I couldn't get it out. I ended it but he said he would give me more time to think about it, said he understood I wanted to take it slowly but would I consider going away with him for a weekend? A kind of make or break weekend. All I could think of was the shoes will have to come off and even if they are not flippers they must be flipper shaped. Silly and unfair but the shape spooked me. No wonder I was on my own for a long time!
Never brave enough. I saw him from a distance some years later with a woman and a child in a pushchair. I got as close as I dared to try and clock the child's feet. They were shod in woolly bootees' and it didn't look good. I'm going to hell.BUT... did you ever find out if he had flippers or feet?