When the [m]ovie turns out to be a [f]lop

Took a friend (with benefits when she isn’t seeing anyone an I’m in town) to a movie last year, she had recently broken up with her latest fling and just wanted company. We go see an early session on a weekday, why not right? And there are maybe 5 other people in the cinema apart from us, we sit off to the side a few rows from the back, large popcorn, one frozen drink to share and a packet of mars pods.

My friend “Jo” is cute, curly brown hair, glasses, blue eyes. Body that shows she hits the gym but no supermodel, absolutely killer, god tier rack. Anyway, we are halfway through the popcorn, and finished all the pods within the first fifteen minutes and I can tell this movie isn’t really going to hit the spot. I suggest we can go somewhere else but she says it’s fine, we can just watch it and whinge about it afterwards, cool. She is leaning against my shoulder, her arms wrapped around one of mine and a leg over my knee, she is one of those that never brings a jacket and always gets cold in the cinema. Her pressing against me so close has me half aroused, but I’m trying not to think about it because her leg is resting awfully close and I don’t want her to notice necessarily.

There’s no feeling quite like lighting up that old [f]la[m]e…

Work crushes are a normal thing, everyone has them and everyone moves on from them. Sometimes they just sort of fade into the background rather than going away though. She was one of those.

Brown hair, green eyes and a shy smile that stopped me at the door. She was adorable. At the time we worked together she was the newest member of the team I was responsible for and she was very unsure of herself and constantly questioned everything she did. Her work was good, not flawless, but certainly above average for someone so new to our group. She also developed quite a crush on me and I knew, and everyone else knew, and it made for great workplace banter and became the sort of running joke of the team. To the point where her partner would make jokes about us having a threesome basically every time we caught up for drinks. Even though I found her extremely attractive and definitely thought we’d have a great time, I’ve seen enough disasters in other people’s lives though to know it’s better to not shit where I eat as the expression goes. After a year or so of mentoring and coaching (and flirting and cajoling) she became a leader in her own right and stepped into my position when I left (I think there might be sex joke there somewhere but I can’t quite get it) and I couldn’t have been prouder. We caught up for coffee regularly after that and her partner still made sex jokes every time we went drinking.

[MF] The coldest night in Winter

I posted quite some time ago about my experience at an international student ball during my exchange overseas and I said I might share some of the exchanges that followed as well. Here is one of those.

We were expecting the coldest night of winter (-14 degrees C) and had already made plans to spend it together with a bottle of wine and movie to keep each other warm. By this stage we were fairly comfortable around each other so I didn’t dress up, just the warmest tracksuit pants I had and a knit sweater with thermals on. I brought the wine, a nice red “blend” – we were poor uni students after all. I get the message to head on down and when I get there she has some candles out and what seemed like every blanket in the residence piled up around her in bed with her laptop.

For those of you that missed the first chapter, she is by far the most attractive person I’ve been with. Gorgeous big green eyes, blond hair, a picture perfect smile and body ready for summer all year round. Now prior to this point in my life I had always considered myself a boobs fan, I really like a nice pair of boobs. But she converted me, at least for a while, with her amazing ass. It was perfect.

[MF] the International Student Ball

So I took an overseas semester at a university in Sweden and ended up having the most exciting sexual encounter I’ve ever had.

Before I left I copped all the classic jokes about only going to see all the blonde haired blue eyed babes or scandinavian legend but I was genuinely excited to see the country and experience their culture. Having said that, this story is certainly not about Sweden’s stunning landscapes and historical value.

About a month into my stay (in a University town with a considerable international student population) student groups ar the university hosted an International Student Ball. Not really knowing anyone yet (classes hadn’t started at that point) I decided it might be a good opportunity to mingle and meet some people outside of those at my residence. Plus who doesn’t love an excuse to get all suited (or dressed) up am I right? So I ended up sitting next to a lovely Swedish girl (not blonde or blue eyed) who walked me through all the customs around the vaeious appertifs we were being given and a great fella from Nigeria also on exchange. But this story is about the beauty who came to sit opposite me.