how i met your mother

it was december and i was drunk, like i usually was back then. my girlfriend had left me to live with another man while i was in a wheelchair and i was pretty down. one evening, i was at the pub with my dad and his friends and i was bored of the music, so i went to the jukebox machine on the wall and put some money in. ashlee simpson has always been a bit of a guilty pleasure for me and i chose to play her song "boyfriend". it started playing while i was still choosing my other songs and i started to sing along. i was being loud, mainly because i'm always loud

anyway, i heard someone laughing as i sang along in a pretty camp voice i must add. i looked over and saw the most beautiful girl i'd ever seen. i instantly got embarrassed but couldnt stop singing. i finished choosing my songs and went back to my table to sit alone and finish my drink. thanks to the smoking ban in england, i had to go outside to have a cigarette, which i did after my songs had played. i went outside and sat on a bench, looking down at my footwear i could see why people always thought i was gay, pink converse high tops dont really say "hetro". i lit a cigarette and sat quietly. on hearing a voice, i looked up to see the beautiful girl standing infront of me. i hadnt bothered to put a hoodie or anything on when i'd gone outside, i was just in a tee shirt. she started asking about my tattoos and after a while we were talking like we'd known each other forever. the obvious questions of why i was singing ashlee simpson, why i had pink converse on and why i had long hair all came up. i hadnt been looking to meet anyone having only been single for a few months, infact i was almost anti-relationships at that point. i was planning to go back to my man whore days and sleep around to be honest

we havent spent a day apart since