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'All the parties and all the bars, they all suck.
I spend half the night talking to some girl who's looking around the room to see if there's somebody else who's more important she should be talking to.
And it's like I'm supposed to be all happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack', you know?
And half of them are just nasty skanks who wouldn't be nothing except they're surrounded by a bunch of drunken horny assholes.
I'm not gonna be one of those assholes. Alright?
It just makes me sick. It's like, some nasty skank who isn't half the woman my ex girlfriend is... is gonna front me? It makes me want to fuckin' puke!'
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My names Rob for those of you who dont know and care.
I live in Chesterfield.
Im hoping to turn pro (golf) at the end of the year.
I understand myself perfectly.
I find my own company most enjoyable. Dont feel you have to be my friend.
I love lyrically good music.
I love films that evoke more than just sadness/happiness.
I love banter. Its what i live for.
I dont take drugs and never will. I drink at weekends only.
I believe self respect and morals are important. Have them and i will love you forever.
I have a twin. We get on well. That will never change.
I always see good in everyone. I give my time to anyone who recipricates.
I only dance when im intoxicated.
I can make cocktails. What do you want?
Im a bad loser. So i usually get hurt winning.
I cant imagine sex is better than putting on a new pair of socks.
'...And I...die...when you mention his name...
...And I...lied...I should have kissed you...
...When we were running in the rain...
What am I darlin'?
...A whisper in your ear?...A piece of your cake?
What am I, darlin?
...The boy you can fear?...Or your biggest mistake?...'