I would be bang up for taking Coni on a date. I've done a bit of stalking on facebook and reckon she is quite hot. Certainly looks like she knows how to have a good time and doesn't mind a drop.
Since I’ve been in London, I haven’t really been on a date, but I have a reputation back in Adelaide for being a massive ladies’ man.
Coni says she likes ‘guys with accents, nice shoes and who can play instruments’. Well, if love was a cricket game, that would be three massive reverse-sweep sixes from me. I have a thick Australian accent – heaps of people in London struggle to understand me, especially after I’ve had a couple of beers. I have some rad shoes – RM Williams for partying and some Clark’s loafers for when I’m being formal – and can play the first few chords from Green Day’s When I Come Around on guitar. So boom. I ticked the shit out of those boxes.
Coni, if we went on a date, it would be the most magical evening of your life. I would start by bringing you some flowers stolen on the way to your place, with a romantic haiku I found online. We would probably go for a drink first, because I find it can be a bit tricky to try and pash a chick who is sober. There’s a sweet pub round the corner from my place called The Muck And Chunder and it does a wicked schnitzel. Or a Pie Of The Day if you’re a chick who likes pies. Some girls do. Then, after we’d got to know each other and had a few shots, we would go back to my place.
Let me know if you’re into it.
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