"Why don't you go talk to that cute girl over there?" said Nicole. "...You're right, I will." I got up and walked to the other end of the carriage, and sat down next to the brunette. "Hey what's up?" I said. "My name is Jones." "Christine," she said, almost from a daze. I started talki
12.23.2009| philosophical | Kurt Robinson
4 CommentsKurt says: man... had a 2 outer hit against me last night for a $200 pot -·=»‡«=·-Rü$kl_ï£z-·=»‡«=·- © says: wow hurts Kurt says: yeah. i played it perfectly though all in money in with a set i added this girl from /b/ on my msn the other night. she said she was a s
11.18.2009| antics | Kurt Robinson
2 CommentsSaturday 31st October. "You have to get into cuddle position," I said as I pushed my left leg between her legs. "Assume the position, ey?" said Siobhan. "Exactly." It was the second time I'd seen her and we were lying on my bed watching a movie. I kissed her neck. "Jesus is my homebo
11.11.2009| antics | Kurt Robinson
3 Comments"So, it started at Transport and it ends at Transport," Aster said as he handed me a pot. He put down his pint and handed me some change. "I thought I'd get you a pot since you don't like to drink so much." Eighteen months ago, I was in the middle of Transport bar, chatting up girls, and waitin
11.5.2009| antics | Kurt Robinson
No CommentsLast night I went out to Transport. I accosted some a girl as she walked past. "Hi!" I said, as if I knew her, a habit from my days of promoting charities in shopping centres. "Hey!" she responded, in a European accent. "I'm Jones." "Anya. I can't shake your hand because mine are wet."
10.18.2009| antics | Kurt Robinson
No CommentsHer name was Iola. She's about thirty. Dark skin. Curly hair. I met her at Bar Open. The night I met her, she invited me to come to her place for a barbeque, but she never gave me the details, so I didn't go. After that, I didn't speak to her for a year. I texted a bunch of girls in my phon
10.1.2009| fucking stories | Kurt Robinson
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I was in Sydney at Superconference. It's Saturday, about 7pm. The conference is over for the day and I'm back at my double bed hostel room at Base Backpackers, staring at the ceiling. I go through my phone and call some of the numbers I got at Bungalow 8 the night before. "Hey, Clarissa." "
09.17.2009| fucking stories | Kurt Robinson
No CommentsWe went out to Red Violin a few months ago for Age's birthday. It wasn't until about 1:30 a.m. when we figured out the place had a second level, with a dancefloor and DJ. I'd just wondered where all the girls had been disappearing, because they hadn't been walking out the door. I was dancing
09.8.2009| antics | Kurt Robinson
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