You haven't scored until the knickers are off

You haven't scored until the knickers are off. Beware, Young Horndogs. Once in a while a girl will invite you up 'for a coffee' and you think you are in. Who knows why, there could be a hundred different reasons why, but she doesn't want you to stay the night. Defeat has snatched Vitory from your jaws. It happens, albeit rarely. Repent, reflect, get over it. If you call her again is up to you...

What the fuck. I met this chick on Saturday night and we got a taxi back to her place. After about a half an hour she said she was going to bed and that I should order a taxi home. I was gobsmacked. Just goes to show you: "you haven't scored until the knickers are off".

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One-night-stand carnage

One-night-stand carnage describes being on a grey street, not really knowing where you are on a Monday morning. People are on their way to work while you have just been ejected out on to the street from the girl's flat (name unknown) where you spent the night. You are still drunk, have bloodshot eyes, are wearing a going-out shirt and because you were using Dax Wax your hair is all over the place. All can plainly see that you were out fucking. Now comes the walk of shame...

Fucking hell, I was serious one-night-stand carnage. I was at the busstop and everyone was looking at me. I was all over the place. I didn't have a penny on me so I had to bunk onto the Luas (Dublin tram) without paying and then walk home. Got into work two hours late... Same again next weekend?

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