I have not done this random hook up thing; reading this thread makes me kind of glad, in a way.

richterbjack wrote:I have not done this random hook up thing; reading this thread makes me kind of glad, in a way.

Nah, it's usually a lot of fun. Lots of great memories.

Also, wonderful ladies of the PRF please just know that from what I have seen my dear friend and hetro songwriting life mate JGP romps exclusively with terrible, terrible women. Terrible blonde women. Women you would hate. These are not nice, sweet little don't know better girls who are out looking for a boyfriend types. Say what you will about that whole scene, but it does exist and some people are into it. JGP being one of them.
What I am saying is that I know where he's coming from because these places he does his prowling are places where there are set rules as to behavior and what's expected. There are certain types of people in these places looking for certain types of things, everyone knows it and has agreed to it. When one does not know the score, it throws him. I get it.

Breakfast? Are you kidding me?

Isn't that sort of weird?

Hmmmmmmmmm....

This reminds me of something I did when I was 17.
I was a keen soccer player then and we had our end of year awards and such. Jesus, I got one of the most outta control drunks in my life. There was some shitty covers band playing and I took over and started singing. (I am shaking my head in shame)
The night then gets blurry, but as a precursor to the rest of the story, I had a crush on one of the trainers. Marty.
Obviously in my drunkeness (i don't actually remember this) I thought it would be a great idea if we went to his place and watched the soccer, the world cup was on at the time.

I woke up in the morning in a startled fashion. I looked around the room and my clothes were everywhere and there was Marty, sprawled and naked. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck....
I grabbed my clothes, which were half covered in mud and called a friend. I remember her saying, "yeah, I'll pick you up. Where are you?"
I went outside and puked in his garden and as I look up from the flowerbed there were two people standing in the garage.... His parents....

Mother: Good morning dear, not feeling too well?

Me: No

I forced a fake smile then stared down at the puke in the garden

Father: It's a lovely morning, isn't it?

At this point I thought they were fucking with me..

Me: Yeah sure, Um.. Where are we?
Father looks at mother with eyebrow raised
Mother: Our address is # Street suburb

Friend on phone: Rachel, rachel, RACHEL! Yo what the fuck are you up to?
Me: The address is # Street Suburb.
Friend on phone: Sweet, see you soon

At this point Marty comes bursting out of the house in underwear and sees me standing in an amazingly awkward situation. He motions for me to come back inside.
Marty: Holy fuck what a crazy night eh
Me:.......... Yeah...... (burst out laughing)
Marty: Can I take you out for breakfast?
Me: Er, My friend is coming to pick me up
Marty: Ring her and tell her to pick you up later.

So I ring my mate and tell her we are going to breakfast.
I went to breakfast wearing a pair of his shorts with paint on them and a Manchester united shirt. It was fukin horrible food but we just decided we deserved it for being such idiots.

This is a funny as hell memory for me and I don't regret it.
If I was ever to that again, I would go for the breakfast option.

Morbid Florist wrote:Breakfast? Are you kidding me?

Isn't that sort of weird?

Fried eggs and chocolate milk after a nice romp? Yes, please.

I usually wait till they wake up and then say goodbyes unless I have to work or do something important in the morning. I've had plenty of girls come over for hookups at my house and they leave in the morning no problem, of course I've never done this with complete strangers so that might be why none ever overstayed their welcomes.

Leave when they've just fallen asleep unless you think she's worth another go.

edit: removed because it was a rubbish post.

where i come from it's standard practice to leave immediately after the beheading, just after you've packed up the internal organs, and the head is safely in the freezer.

I have male friends who've fucked around with girls they didn't like, but that's just not for me. I'm familiar with all sorts of bedroom games (insert pillow fight photo here), but it just doesn't do it for me unless, underneath the tricks and traps and lightning scrutiny, I have genuine affection for the person I'm with.

Consequently, I'm not much of a hooker-upper. There have been isolated instances of one-night thangs with friends, but I've never taken home or gone home with someone I just met.

However, I lived with a guy who did this from time to time, and his morning-after protocol was something I envied. While not exactly a good guy for relationships, mostly due to his obscene devotion to the craft of triathalons, he's a bright, cheery guy, and girls tend to dig his sauce.

Moving on, after a girl had spent a night at our place, he'd always insist on making her pancakes. His pancakes were pretty fucking good (although I insist that mine are better) and he'd usually compliment them with other good stuff. I could always gauge whether he would have a girl come by again based on how much of a sport she was about eating pancakes in our apartment.

The point: I think that breakfast is a great idea. Gives you time away from the old 'my brain isn't working because my cock's on overdrive' disadvantage.

Yeah, I know, some of you would say that hooking up is just about sex, but is anything really that standalone?