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<blockquote data-quote="FJohnny" data-source="post: 16147984" data-attributes="member: 191643"><p>So I'm 18 and on one of those Contiki bus tours through Europe with my brothers. We are at this huge campsite in Munich, Germany and hanging with about 50 people from everywhere. Bonfire and a large keg of beer and things are great.</p><p></p><p>There's this impossibly beautiful girl. Long blond hair, slim with the most perfect pair I have ever witnessed. (Canadian, so that's not many.) Anyway, she's arguing with a dozen tourists from Israel about some political thing. They ask if anyone is from America and I say is Canada close enough? Yup. They ask something and I give my honest answer. They all laugh and the beauty pouts. I realize I guessed the wrong answer.</p><p></p><p>She comes walking slowly over and I'm transfixed. Honestly, she's more beautiful than anything I've ever seen. I'm kinda terrified. I think maybe she's going to apologize like Canadians would or maybe continue the debate.</p><p></p><p>She slowly pours her entire beer over my head, laughs a musical laugh. Well, all in fun, I figure, so I slowly pour my entire beer over her wonderful boobs. She's wearing one of those cheese cloth shirts that used to be so popular and it goes completely transparent. No bra and I'm flat out gawking!</p><p></p><p>She walks off and returns a short time later with a new shirt. She says, "Come with me."</p><p></p><p>I made what I now realize was a poor decision and followed her. She could have had a pile of her friends waiting in the dark, for all I knew. She was traveling with a singing and dance group from America but even so, with big enough numbers it could have gone poorly.</p><p></p><p>She led me to her tent and told me to wait outside. When she came out she handed me a handful of change. What??? Turns out they were shower tokens. She took me to the girls washroom and we ended up in the shower stall plugging the meter until the water cooled off. Halfway through the standup session three girls from my bus, school teachers from South Africa, came in and started bugging us. We know you're in there, John....What are you doing in there? and stuff like that.</p><p></p><p>Anyway, when we were done she handed me a business card like I'd never seen before. Just her name with her city and state (California). Nothing else. Told me no one ever would dare treat her like that at home and she liked it. I looked on the back and she had hand written her phone number.</p><p></p><p>When I got home weeks later I decided I had to call her up. You guessed it, the number was a total phony. So, in the end, SHE WON!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="FJohnny, post: 16147984, member: 191643"] So I'm 18 and on one of those Contiki bus tours through Europe with my brothers. We are at this huge campsite in Munich, Germany and hanging with about 50 people from everywhere. Bonfire and a large keg of beer and things are great. There's this impossibly beautiful girl. Long blond hair, slim with the most perfect pair I have ever witnessed. (Canadian, so that's not many.) Anyway, she's arguing with a dozen tourists from Israel about some political thing. They ask if anyone is from America and I say is Canada close enough? Yup. They ask something and I give my honest answer. They all laugh and the beauty pouts. I realize I guessed the wrong answer. She comes walking slowly over and I'm transfixed. Honestly, she's more beautiful than anything I've ever seen. I'm kinda terrified. I think maybe she's going to apologize like Canadians would or maybe continue the debate. She slowly pours her entire beer over my head, laughs a musical laugh. Well, all in fun, I figure, so I slowly pour my entire beer over her wonderful boobs. She's wearing one of those cheese cloth shirts that used to be so popular and it goes completely transparent. No bra and I'm flat out gawking! She walks off and returns a short time later with a new shirt. She says, "Come with me." I made what I now realize was a poor decision and followed her. She could have had a pile of her friends waiting in the dark, for all I knew. She was traveling with a singing and dance group from America but even so, with big enough numbers it could have gone poorly. She led me to her tent and told me to wait outside. When she came out she handed me a handful of change. What??? Turns out they were shower tokens. She took me to the girls washroom and we ended up in the shower stall plugging the meter until the water cooled off. Halfway through the standup session three girls from my bus, school teachers from South Africa, came in and started bugging us. We know you're in there, John....What are you doing in there? and stuff like that. Anyway, when we were done she handed me a business card like I'd never seen before. Just her name with her city and state (California). Nothing else. Told me no one ever would dare treat her like that at home and she liked it. I looked on the back and she had hand written her phone number. When I got home weeks later I decided I had to call her up. You guessed it, the number was a total phony. So, in the end, SHE WON! [/QUOTE]
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