two guys trying to find two girls. they've got to be perfect. most aren't.: Stories by Guy One

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Guy One — Sat, 21 Apr 2007 12:02:51 GMT

h2. "yay" Something "yay" happened. Good times! h2. "pah" Something "pah" happened. Not good times. h2. "meh" Something "meh" happened. Dull times.

Welcome

Guy One — Sat, 21 Apr 2007 22:37:30 GMT

Guy One and Guy Two (although we may not be called this for long) have decided to share our lives with the world. Well, the select portion of it that reads our humble pages. We will be dealing with the romantic aspects of late teen life. Essentially, we are two guys trying to find two girls. They've got to be perfect. Most aren't.

story so far... (Guy One)

Guy One — Sat, 21 Apr 2007 22:58:12 GMT

Before I start, I'd like to apologise if any of this comes out whiney and sad. It's the past so I've got considered opinions on it. Up to date posts should be a bit more sparky and interesting. I had a girlfriend for six months. We broke up about a month ago. She decided that she wanted to be single. I can't blame her for leaving, things were getting dull and we lived a fair distance apart. However, saying that she missed being able to "look at other guys without feeling guilty" amongst other things made me suspicious. Meh, after about two weeks, I was realising that I like being single, it's not as crappy as I'd thought. That's starting to wear off. For a couple of days, I thought I might be able to spark something off between me and a girl I knew from last year, but that was a let down; she's hardly interested in talking to me let alone meeting up. So, now, I move to what will most likely take up most of my ramblings: we'll call her 'Elle'. Essentially, she is an ice queen. For the past 4 years we've been playing games. She flirts, I make a move, she overreacts (negatively) and we don't talk for a while (4 month average). We've been pretty close in the past, I'd get invited in for tea, talk to her mum. I've even seen her room! (Believe me, it's a big deal for her.) So, now I find myself drawn to her again and this time I have the balls to actually work things properly. There's more to the history than this but that will come out as I remember it and when it's appropriate.

X, what does it mean?

Guy One — Sun, 22 Apr 2007 21:21:03 GMT

I don't want to talk too much about this for fear of bigging it up to something it's not. But still... Me and Elle were having a nice chat on IM. We were talking about a piece of work she's doing. She's writing a story. I helped where I could (and it promises to be a good read!). She liked the ideas. She listened to them. She did make a reference to my appreciation of tight clothing... I can but hope that she appreciates it too, if you know what I'm saying... ;) But, the conversation ended when she had to go sleep. After a quick debate with my mind, I added an 'x'. She responded with a single x. Without being overthinky, friends tend to use 'xxxxxxx'. Nervous peope trying to show their feelings use 'x'. Yeah? Well, here's hoping :P Guy One

We're not dead!

Guy Two, Guy One — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 08:53:17 GMT

Today heralds the return of two things. Firstly, my internet connection (GuyOne). So, a big yay from the crowd for that!

bq. Crowd: Yay!

The second thing to return is… well… two things. # GuyOne # GuyTwo

We were uncertain as to how popular this blog would be but it seems a grand (and we mean grand) total of 9 people have visited! It may sound meagre, but we only have 3 posts of any substance so it’s a good sign!

So… we’re back to writage! And we have news! Updates to come, after this commercial break. And by commercial, we mean snack. May take a couple of days but bear with us.

We would like to give a hugely stupendous, magnificently grand and all-round big thank you to Christina Wodtke for just being the most supportive person EVAR! (‘EVAR’ added by GuyTwo is his poor but endearing typographical ways.)

So, for now we say, in a traditional British styleé, “Toodle-pip”

Playing the field

Guy One — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 22:36:33 GMT

By that, I don't mean it's more like getting in the hole, I mean it's a solo game. There is _no-one_ out there at the moment. I'm in a sand-trap if you want to continue the golfing idea. The Elle situation developed like so... she didn't respond to any degree of interaction so I pretty much gave up. Right now, the only person who I could get anywhere with is the sister of a brothers ex. I think it would be a bad idea. I think I'm looking at things the wrong way though. Instead of looking for who I have a chance with, I should look at who would be perfect. That's the entire point of this place! Perfect girls. So, ignoring any social restraints, sexuality, associated friends/groupies and history, the perfect girl would be... Elle. Meh. It's not easy is it. "Maybe if I...":http://bunny.frozenreality.co.uk/index.php?id=5 Look forward to an update from Guy Two who seems to be getting some lady attention. Should be interesting to hear his side of things... should be anyway.

Too perfect

Guy One — Sun, 17 Jun 2007 20:50:33 GMT

You know that feeling when you try to quit smoking, then you give in and have that orgasmic but shameful puff? Well, I don't know what it's like. I'm imagining it might be a suitable parallel for my actions though. I want Elle. I seem to be able to convince myself that she is arrogant, pretentious and generally ignores me. It works too! I can go for weeks thinking that. Simple bliss understanding that she is a nasty person and I am better with her out of my life. But then she talks to me. Then I remember her breasts. But mostly I remember who she is. Yes, she is a bit arrogant, slightly pretentious and she does ignore me a bit but so what? That's not a patch on how she makes me feel. I can talk to her about anything, and I probably have. I can listen to everything she says. I can argue with her for hours. She gets my humour! This is stuff that other people just shrug at saying "It's just saying 'Quonk'". So, I find myself saving my last cookie for her. A really nice one with three different kinds of Belgian chocolate. One that is making my mouth flood just by thinking about it. One that the baker must have cradled like a new born baby, kissed and loved. Lets see how tomorrow goes.

Harumph

Guy One — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 20:23:11 GMT

Well, I can't pretend to not be at all jealous of 'The Other Guy' but I'm also happy for him. In this sea of supposedly plenty more fishes, there is one less... rod? In other words, all the more for me! Anyway... I think I left my last post saying "We'll see what happens tomorrow" or similar. As the categories of this post suggest, nothing particularly happened. In fact, it seems that she doesn't even consider me to be a part of her close group of friends. To that I say "Why the hell was I such a delusional idiot?" and the answer is quite simply: "To pass the time." So now, with a fresh eye, I cast my... eye... over the community. It seems there's one girl I overlooked initially. She shall be known as Karen. She's quirky, cheerful, outgoing and 'kooky'. Upon talking to her more seriously, there's a very tender and loving psyche that I want to protect. What from? I don't know. Essentially, she's hot in every way. That's probably been said before but to hell with it! Her personality is beautiful and reflects her physical presence. Guy Two however went and asked 'So you don't mind that she's taller than you?' Which, of course, sets me into paranoia spirals but now I'm thinking that I don't care at all. My brother would justify it with the phrase "Everyone is the same height lying down" but I think that it's something so picky and trivial. However, she has just signed on so I must depart to actually make the active, pro.