h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Bah, Yet another Sunday moan. I never like going to sleep on Saturday night/Sunday Morning, cause I know that Sunday comes next. Obviously I didnt pull, dont joke...

I think that theres a subversive masochistic element in me. When Im thinking 'shall I go talk to that girl?' theres another element in me that says 'Let her show more interest if she wants it, you're in the contension for a guiness record for how long someone can be told how good looking they are and not pull.' So Ill sit around chat to mates, realise the hopelessness of the pulling situation anyway. Why do I define myself by pulling? Does that mean I have no definition?

But yeah, it does mean you can fool a drunk self by saying to yourself, 'No-ones good enough for me'. Of course this only convinces for about 10 seconds.

Bloody hell, moody bloody Sundays.

*Goes off to have a spliff in disgust*

Bob, let's face it. You are way too unattainable.

Bob - if you want to pull that bad, I can advise moving to Birmingham, or Scunthorpe if you get that desperate.

I had to work quite hard on pulling in Brum, being less-than-averagely good looking. However, returning home to Scunthorpe (officially home to the planet's ugliest people), I realised I could be quite much in demand after all.

B

Master B - He doesn't need to move!