I'm such a stupid cunt

What not to do when you meet someone nice at Mardi Gras

Picture the scene: Mardi Gras, Cardiff, Approx 7pm.

Pissed as a fart, wittering on randomly to mates in a pub when some random cute guy turns around and gives you “the eyes”. Your good friend cunningly invites the guy into the conversation by showing interest in the university scarf that the guy is wearing… So you discover the guy used to goto Cardiff uni, and used to study Theology and things progress from there… Discussions about transubstantiation and the theology thereof follow, and then degrade into smaller less inflamatory subjects.

The jist: I like the guy.

A tryst of sorts ...