how to spot a right loser.
you know, that cute bloke whom you've had been eyein all along was right there seatin beside ye. and you thought your lucky star was shinin rather brightly as you both were chattin, seemingly sharin not a few thing's in common.
including guinness.
and there you were frettin: "..i just can't believe it...i'd better not say the wrong/daftest thing's.. erm, does he notice this new lipstick i'm wearin... oh dear, i'm feeling f-a-i-n-t..."
and then of all thing's, he blurted: "..i simply don't know how to chat bird's up..".
ack.
worse still if he blurted thrice. at every 5 or 10 minute interval.
double ack.
so, never ever attempt to ask this mong his number 'cos he will never ring ye. even if you've already given yours. when asked to. 'cos such loser's are only interested to bonk the brain's - if there's any - out of in birds who are exactly like them. ie: losers in every aspect of life.
i know of one such *lifeform; and i couldn't stop guffawin at his latest choice of bird whilst at the local three saturday's ago. in all fairness, i must say that 'em both are a match made in heaven.
if there is such a place, to begin with.
* i nearly spluttered out the guinness when that amoeba said those exact word's. twat.