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the weirdest compliment i have received so far

I’m very glad to have had some really good compliments over the years. Someone once told me that I have the amazing eyes (this may have been a line). A lot of people say I have a very good singing voice (I make my showerhead proud every single day).

Not all are so superficial though. Someone once said I am wise beyond my years (a fellow blogger who I worship but will not name -I don’t like namedropping- she’s one of the reasons I am still blogging and will probably continue to do so for a long time). Another person said I have such a big heart that even if people don’t want to they will trip and step all over it.
(It gets a little dirty after the jump)
However there is this one person that gave me the weirdest compliment that I can remember. He was the guy who I had a one-night stand with around this time last year remember this. (Yes, it’s been THAT long and no, I am not doing any more one night stands.)

We happened to catch each other online a couple of months ago on IM and he was either drunk, or high. He went on and on about “how sorry he was and how he didn’t remember much of that night” and how “he really didn’t want it to be a one night stand”. I replied with a repeat of the same chorus with an added “I know. That’s why I am not mad at you and still speaking to you, I was feeling the same way and I realised it was not the right time for me to begin a relationship”.

It was all true on both sides and I know this because I know him well enough. Then as we got into trying to recollect the events of that night (we were both too drunk and as I found out during this conversation he was also high) we managed to remember most of them. Well not really; we managed to remember bits and pieces of the night.

Then he started saying that he really liked me and started saying how he thought I was the sweetest guy he’d met and a great kisser and really good at “stuff” (wink wink). To make this post a little sorter (like it was supposed to be) at that point he said:

“…and you have a very nice willy.”

I’m not sure if this is even a compliment but I think he meant it as one…

Written by Colin Brooks on 13.10.06 at 9:14 am.

5 Responses to “the weirdest compliment i have received so far”

daniel said:

awww… that is a compliment! cute story, even if it was supposed to be dirteh…
Commented on October 14th, 2006 at 9:18 am
Adrian of Australia said:

I could be nasty and say ‘Show us!” But I’m not that kind of guy…
Commented on October 14th, 2006 at 3:09 pm
Adrian of Australia said:

I hope this story makes you feel less embarassed about your nice willy:

I was out at the Beat Nightclub (a gay venue) and I had gone home with this Russian guy named Alex. We were both pretty trashed and we got back to his place and we… watched Red Dwarf (not quite what you had expected, huh?). Alex had this cat called Vascia which was HUGE. This cat was large enough to open wooden sliding doors on it’s own as I later found out. Alex had passed out and I found that I needed to remove some of that excess liquid I had consumed, so rather unsteadily I lurched myself to the bathroom. Once I found where it was located I closed the sliding wooden door, lifted up the seat, unzipped my fly and becan to relieve some of that pressure on my bladder.

I heard the door open behind me, it was Vascia the huge cat. It would seem that Vascia hadn’t seen many men urinate in the standing position and she jumped up onto the seat to take a closer look. This should have been an instant warning for me, but being drunk my reflexes and judgement were both impared. She took one swipe at the urine stream, then another and another, On her fourth swipe she got a little close and was rather upset to get a wet face. Reacting quickly she pounced.

I don’t care how drunk you are, if something with sharp teeth and claws is jumping towards your groin you react quickly, especially if you’re gay and find a lunging dripping wet pussy headed your way. I let go and with both hands pushed Vascia away before she could land on her larget. Unfortunately for Vascia this left her above the open toilet bowl with no forward momentum, but plenty of downwards momentum. Vascia was about to get a whole lot wetter.

Meanwhile I was still reacting to the lunging attack towards my groin and maintained my forward momentum, which in my incapacitated capacity left me strugging to balance myself so I put my hand out in front of me to steady myself. Directly in front of me was the flush button, and with Vascia still in the toilet bowl it was the first stable thing that I managed to latch onto. As soon as I had pressed flush with Vascia still in the bowl it seemed as if the Giant Kitty ( tongue.gif ) levitated out of the water and tore down my arm before landing with a rather undignified ’splat’ on the other side of the room. Vascia was one pissed cat.

Naturally having my arm torn up and bleeding by an angry pussy caused quite a commotion and I know Vascia wasn’t the only one who let out a cry. Now it seems Alex lived in the grannyflat at his parents, and before you could say ‘Bolshivik,’ a large Russian man with no English appeared to find his son passed out, his pussy dripping wet and some stranger with a slashed up wrist. This large Russian man was Alex’s father, shortly followed by a shorter, hairier man who it turned out was Alex’s mother.

Explaining this to two angry Russians, only one of which spoke broken English, while I was under the influence, their unconscious son at my feet at 4am was a feat that I doubt I would be able to repeat. I ran into Alex a few months later, he remembered nothing, I however remember everything that I have posted here (and a little bit more, but we have to keep some aura of mystery now, don’t we?).
Commented on October 14th, 2006 at 4:44 pm
Colin Brooks said:

Daniel :: I’m glad you found it cute… it wasn’t VERY cute when we were in a club all over each other like a rash…

Adrian :: I still can’t say “Bolshivik”. That must have taken a while . Apart from joking I really enjoyed your story. It made me laugh out loud. Please tell me you have a blog!!! If you don’t then you should!

Commented on October 14th, 2006 at 6:46 pm
Adrian of Australia said:

No, I don’t have a real blog, but I have hijacked a thread in someone else’s forum and started to bore them with details of my life. You too can bore yourself there.
Clicky! Clicky! Clicky!
Commented on October 15th, 2006 at 4:00 am