Pulling Boys/Girls.....The Old Skool Way — Forum Archive

5 Oct 2006, 08:13

Was involved in a discussion about the olden days before mobiles and texting existed. When, after getting a burds number up the student union/disco dancing, you had to dial her HOUSEPHONE and speak to her MUM OR DAD and ask to speak to the girl while totally shiteing youreself.

The kids of today have got it so easy with all this texting, msn and myspace pish. Pullin is now a walk in the park. The only phone in our place sat in the hall so every cunt in the house could hear your conversation and the lucky lady on the end of the phone could hear my three wee sisters fighting or my dad walking past and farting loudly!

Needing to phone up and speak to some bird you've met once's mum was a true character building experience :laugh:

5 Oct 2006, 08:24

Nostalgia ya old bugger? :lol:

Totally agree though, it always seemed to be the birds DAD that answered the phone. A horrible experience, especially as my first long term girlfriend's dad was a horrible blue nose.

5 Oct 2006, 09:29

GlasVegas wrote: Was involved in a discussion about the olden days before mobiles and texting existed. When, after getting a burds number up the student union/disco dancing, you had to dial her HOUSEPHONE and speak to her MUM OR DAD and ask to speak to the girl while totally shiteing youreself.

17 years old, I once sat in one Friday night and went through all the Dolan's in the Luton and Dunstable telephone book asking if there was a {insert-name} there cos it was a bird I'd met but didn't know her number.

She had quite a unique Christian name (Oirish) so thank fcuk there was only the one of her.

But there's a lot of Dolans in Luton to get through first.

Thank fcuk she was in when I eventually got the right number.

Character building, I can tell you. :nod:

5 Oct 2006, 09:29

El Jarvo wrote:

GlasVegas wrote: Was involved in a discussion about the olden days before mobiles and texting existed. When, after getting a burds number up the student union/disco dancing, you had to dial her HOUSEPHONE and speak to her MUM OR DAD and ask to speak to the girl while totally shiteing youreself.

17 years old, I once sat in one Friday night and went through all the Dolan's in the Luton and Dunstable telephone book asking if there was a {insert-name} there cos it was a bird I'd met but didn't know her number.

She had quite a unique Christian name (Oirish) so thank fcuk there was only the one of her.

But there's a lot of Dolans in Luton to get through first.

Thank fcuk she was in when I eventually got the right number.

Character building, I can tell you.

hhaha

5 Oct 2006, 09:35

Phoning birds at home? What was wrong with the good old "D`you wanna come round the back of the shops?" :blackeye:

5 Oct 2006, 09:41

steveone wrote: Phoning birds at home? What was wrong with the good old "D`you wanna come round the back of the shops?"

Anyone see "Extras" last week when Harry Potter tried to pull Ashley Jensen with the immortal -

"Oooh, look! Fags!"

:lol:

5 Oct 2006, 10:03

Girls smell anyway :nod:

5 Oct 2006, 10:53

Diamond White wrote: Girls smell anyway

Yeah,but there was a time when you used that fact to big yerself up with your mates (if you catch my drift...) :evil4:

5 Oct 2006, 11:06

steveone wrote:

Diamond White wrote: Girls smell anyway

Yeah,but there was a time when you used that fact to big yerself up with your mates (if you catch my drift...)

Just clock G-man's avatar above! :nod:

5 Oct 2006, 13:01

Isn't getting the digits the hardest part?

5 Oct 2006, 15:13

Gah, I hated calling girls on the phone. Sweaty palms, nervous chatter, hesitant pauses which may or may not have been a good thing...and that was all before I actually dialled the number :nervous:

Anyone else ever pull the "every number but one" dial? That's where I'd go for it without thinking, dialing right up to the last number...then realizing that she might pick up, and I'd have to talk to her and try and be fun to talk to. Then I'd hang it up, take a few breathes, and try again. I think one time, I took at least fourteen tries before I went ahead and pressed the last number...and of course she wasn't home :banghead:

So I welcome the slightly shady world of internet dating. She may not really be a supermodel (or a "she"), but I can be more charming and suave through my keyboard than through my mouth. :computer2:

6 Oct 2006, 05:50

El Jarvo wrote:

GlasVegas wrote: Was involved in a discussion about the olden days before mobiles and texting existed. When, after getting a burds number up the student union/disco dancing, you had to dial her HOUSEPHONE and speak to her MUM OR DAD and ask to speak to the girl while totally shiteing youreself.

17 years old, I once sat in one Friday night and went through all the Dolan's in the Luton and Dunstable telephone book asking if there was a {insert-name} there cos it was a bird I'd met but didn't know her number.

She had quite a unique Christian name (Oirish) so thank fcuk there was only the one of her.

But there's a lot of Dolans in Luton to get through first.

Thank fcuk she was in when I eventually got the right number.

Character building, I can tell you.

:laugh:

Very similar story. 16 years old, in a club for the very first time. I snogged a bird called Vanessa Brown. All I knew was that she was from Rutherglen. No happy ending though. Turns out Brown's quite a popular surname!

The worst thing that could ever happen though was to get a girls number when you were both a bit drunk, make "the call" and then hear in the background going "Who?....Don't know him. Tell him I'm not in!" Excrutiatingly embarassing. :nod:

6 Oct 2006, 06:02

It was always easier to cop off down the local swimming baths.

pre puberty of course.

post puberty - fuckin nightmare.

:laugh:

6 Oct 2006, 06:06

El Jarvo wrote:

...went through all the Dolan's in the Luton and Dunstable...

Good work!

Reminds me of something we used to say at University - if you laid all the female Chemistry studends end-to-end, it wouldn't be the first time.

Oh we were such wags :nod:

6 Oct 2006, 07:03

GlasVegas wrote:

El Jarvo wrote:

GlasVegas wrote: Was involved in a discussion about the olden days before mobiles and texting existed. When, after getting a burds number up the student union/disco dancing, you had to dial her HOUSEPHONE and speak to her MUM OR DAD and ask to speak to the girl while totally shiteing youreself.

17 years old, I once sat in one Friday night and went through all the Dolan's in the Luton and Dunstable telephone book asking if there was a {insert-name} there cos it was a bird I'd met but didn't know her number.

She had quite a unique Christian name (Oirish) so thank fcuk there was only the one of her.

But there's a lot of Dolans in Luton to get through first.

Thank fcuk she was in when I eventually got the right number.

Character building, I can tell you.

Very similar story. 16 years old, in a club for the very first time. I snogged a bird called Vanessa Brown. All I knew was that she was from Rutherglen. No happy ending though. Turns out Brown's quite a popular surname!

The worst thing that could ever happen though was to get a girls number when you were both a bit drunk, make "the call" and then hear in the background going "Who?....Don't know him. Tell him I'm not in!" Excrutiatingly embarassing.

My one lasting memory of my dialathon was asking if [x] was there - remember I said the girl had a very Oirish first name?

And the bloke who answered said, rather indignantly, "No, we're a Christian household, there's no pakis here!" and slammed the phone down.

6 Oct 2006, 07:12

My dad had a phone in the shed and I remember retreating out there to call up a girl I'd met a couple of nights earlier - didn't get past the problem of her parents answering at the other end though...

Chris :uhoh:

6 Oct 2006, 07:30

True Blue wrote: My dad had a phone in the shed and I remember retreating out there to call up a girl I'd met a couple of nights earlier - didn't get past the problem of her parents answering at the other end though...

Chris

oh fuckinell. change that freaky Avo for gods sake.

:laugh:

6 Oct 2006, 07:34

J.A.K wrote:

True Blue wrote: My dad had a phone in the shed and I remember retreating out there to call up a girl I'd met a couple of nights earlier - didn't get past the problem of her parents answering at the other end though...

Chris

oh fuckinell. change that freaky Avo for gods sake.

You can talk...!!!

Chris :wink:

6 Oct 2006, 07:50

:laugh:

hey dyareckon our Amish cousins have been pulling boys and girls this week. by horse and cart.

well...not boys anyway.

:evil4:

6 Oct 2006, 07:54

Which reminds me of an old joke:

What goes 'Clip clop clip clop clip clop bang bang bang bang clip clop clip clop'?

A drive-by shooting at an American Amish School.

(Sorry)

6 Oct 2006, 08:02

Missy Jem wrote: Which reminds me of an old joke:

What goes 'Clip clop clip clop clip clop bang bang bang bang clip clop clip clop'?

A drive-by shooting at an American Amish School.

(Sorry)

eyeknoweyeknow.

What would you call an Amish lad with his arm up a horse's arse?

A mechanic.

6 Oct 2006, 22:20

Never worried much about the phone calls. Not much to look at, but I've been told I have a great phone voice. Used to be my old trick. Trick them into giving me their phone number. wait a week, so they forgot what I looked like. Call them up, hook them with my voice, then when I showed up at the door they usually had this face that said "you're not who I thought you were", but that time I was already "in", so smoothed my way through the rest. Luckily women don't care as much as us lads do on looks, or I wouldn't have got as much as I did.