tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48351540019175039442011-07-07T15:56:13.560-07:00Igghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05288471585632426164noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4835154001917503944.post-60048198280223992942009-08-12T09:57:00.000-07:002009-08-12T10:01:30.142-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">"He thought he had to put the condom on his balls." </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#660033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#660033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Anon.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4835154001917503944-6004819828022399294?l=awkwardromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pjsagogonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4835154001917503944.post-5805281689279863112009-08-11T13:23:00.001-07:002009-08-11T13:23:41.791-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">After my first time he asked me to rate him out of ten. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#660033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#660033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">ZERO.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#660033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#660033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">(Anon.)</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4835154001917503944-580528168927986311?l=awkwardromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pjsagogonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4835154001917503944.post-88985449747174370862009-08-10T13:57:00.000-07:002009-08-10T13:58:32.155-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">I'd been seeing someone for a few weeks and after going out one night, he invited me back to his house, got my clothes off, got me into bed with him and then at the crucial moment pulled away from me, whipped out an MP3 player and said "Lets listen to The Smiths instead, that'll stop us having sex." he then jammed a headphone over my ear, stuck the other over his and started singing along to Girlfriend In A Coma, leaving me utterly baffled. I still have no idea why he suddenly found me so repulsive that he decided Morrissey was a better option.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">anon.</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4835154001917503944-8898544974717437086?l=awkwardromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Igghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05288471585632426164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4835154001917503944.post-32084707487782036392009-08-10T13:56:00.000-07:002009-08-10T13:57:19.143-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Bloke who really fancied me at uni had finally got me into bed (better alternative to the lecture I was supposed to be at I had decided). All was going swimmingly until I threw my head back, nutted the shelf above his bed and it fell off the wall, landing on me with all of the stuff that was on it on top of me. His mates were in the room next door and, hearing the noise, ran in to see if he was OK (they didn't know he had me in there) only to find me sprawled naked on the floor under a pile of shelves and books, blood pouring from my nose with him standing (equally naked) over me looking terrified yet also shaking with hysterical laughter.<br /><br />(anon.)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4835154001917503944-3208470748778203639?l=awkwardromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Igghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05288471585632426164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4835154001917503944.post-78440135059093802502009-08-10T13:48:00.000-07:002009-08-10T13:49:30.606-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"My first BF, we were both 18 I was down south, and he went to express his enthusiasm vocally, however as the "Ooooh, yeah" began to leave his lips his voice cracked and went weirdly high for the duration of the "yeah". I laughed so hard I snorted, and somehow ended up with a nostril full of scrotum, which only made me laugh harder. He was mortified, I laughed for a further 30 minutes before leaving to get the last bus home, still chuckling."<br /><br />(anon.)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4835154001917503944-7844013505909380250?l=awkwardromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Igghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05288471585632426164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4835154001917503944.post-7602500823998190322009-08-10T13:11:00.000-07:002009-08-10T13:14:32.840-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">I was seeing a guy recently. It didn't last long.<br /><br />The first time we slept together he said (and I quote) "SHOTGUN not being on top" and he <span style="font-style: italic;">meant</span> it.<br /><br />(submitted by anon.)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4835154001917503944-760250082399819032?l=awkwardromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pjsagogonoreply@blogger.com0