this thread comes across a little strange, and it actually makes me edgy being expected to "brag", but i feel like i'm expected to make a contribution so here goes..:mellow:
i'd made this group of friends on holiday from people who were staying in the same area.. i remember being frustrated because i "knew" none of them were girls i could/would get with (that "knowing" when they'll reciprocate).so i was lying on the grass about halfway through the week with some friends and rolled over cos i saw a couple of girls sitting next to us, and i remember her smiling at me and the sun made her face all glowy. my first thought was "wow" and my second was "finally". so i'm chatting to her for a bit, she shows me this grass trick then leaves with her friend. i wanted to try a social experiment, which is something i call the "hot and cold" technique. basically when you first meet a girl you like, everytime you see them have a different attitude, so one time be all funny and approachable, next be a little indifferent, next time be nice again- the theory being that if you're intense too often you'll end up being a "friend", if you're aloof too often she'll end up losing interest.
so this goes on for a couple of days when i see her, then i'm sitting with her and her friend blatently hitting on her, and do the whole "i think your hair would look better like this.."-and hair sweep. she doesn't give much of a reaction, so i back off and say i need to rejoin my friends who were starting to give me "i know what you're up to" looks. later on in town she comes up to me with a massive bottle of vodka in one hand and starts asking for a cigarette with a grin so i make a whole joke of her using her "womanly charms" to scab off me and leave to meet my friends, cos at that point i think she probly isn't interested, later i realise that was her reciprocating (women are strange), so later i'm meeting my friends for a night out and i see her sitting with her friend looking at me pensively, so i invite her along. we do a bit of quiet drinking, and i randomly drag her away to make out, since i realise she's still giving me signs. i ask her if she wants to walk back to mine, since it was the last night i was staying there, and that was summer 2009- i mean oxford girl- i mean phoebe.
bear in mind i'm younger than you guys. i think reading this back, it's sort of the remnants of the romanticism -which was crushed by real world reality when i was a young teen- coming out, the way i describe it. like it's not so much the fact that i got laid which is why i like reciting this, it's because the chase is incredibly exciting and it brings all the emotions back.:happy: