How did you meet your current partner?
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cunninghamali
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Are they together?Mate of mine met a girl and the first and only time they slept togetherr they produced twin girls
stivi
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if he says 'the first and only time they slept together', for the sake of both, I am hoping they are not. what a sad life else!
cunninghamali
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Missed the "only" time
stivi
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both me and her had been attached to cocoon way before we knew each other, but I'll admit this did add another layer to our relationship with the brand and the people behind it. we are cocooners and even though the brand's way past their prime, we are aware what they did for ibiza and what they stand for and thus we will keep on supporting them.
back to relationships now, who's got any more stories?!
diver
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I’ll see if I can muster something up tomorrow ?
soulcompromise
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I met someone online. We're sort of playing it by ear...
spinksy123
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True story.....
My first trip to Ibiza....
I'm standing in Bora buzzing along nicely when I get a Facebook message.
Some Chick called Michelle asking if I fancy going out for a drink! Totally out of the blue and a bit random as our paths had crossed only a couple of times through friends socially(we wasn't even friends on Facebook)..
2 years later and our honeymoon was spent at the Garbi in PDB......
Still together with a beautiful baby daughter and in the process of buying a house down Weymouth in Dorset.....
My first trip to Ibiza....
I'm standing in Bora buzzing along nicely when I get a Facebook message.
Some Chick called Michelle asking if I fancy going out for a drink! Totally out of the blue and a bit random as our paths had crossed only a couple of times through friends socially(we wasn't even friends on Facebook)..
2 years later and our honeymoon was spent at the Garbi in PDB......
Still together with a beautiful baby daughter and in the process of buying a house down Weymouth in Dorset.....
AntonioGeordio
Well-Known Member
Bloody hell, what a cracking thread! Spotlight never ceases to amaze me ? Love is in the air ? I'm filling up reading some of these ?
Will spin you a tale to fill in a gap on a boring sunday afernoon.
So this is a story all about how, my life got flipped turned upside down!
Well, I didn't quite end up in Bell Air ?
I had been working as a hod carrier for 12 months after leaving school in '98. At the turn of the century I joined the Army and I found myself based in a place called Chatham, kent. The local women in this area were truly terrifying to a young lad like myself. One of them was even nicknamed 'the Blackwidow' and had a taste for young lads. I avoided women here.
Moving back up North after a year, I got back to Newcastle most weekends. Started dating a nice red haired girl. She was really bonnie and a smashing lass. Only problem was she was really keen to get settled down and everything. Kids, house the lot! I was on a totally different song sheet. The global war on terror was heating up and all I really wanted to do was go to the Middle East and shoot guns at people and liberate them.
Our lives were going in totally different directions and I didn't think it was fair to string her along. So I decided to end it. I think I spent a week trying to figure out what to say to her in my head and thought I had every scenario covered. I really didn't want to hurt her and wanted her to understand I was doing it for the best. So when I met her she had been out shopping and bought me loads of gifts, including a gold necklace from Argos (they were popular at the time, Elizabeth Duke). Fcuk! I wasn't ready for this! As you can imagine it went pretty badly and she did not take it well. I've never seen her since and the last memory I have is of her turning up to meet me really happy, then bawling her eyes out and sobbing. It's haunted me for years. Sorry.
Fast forward a year or two I just returned from a hot an sandy place after 6 months of all inclusive action. Full of myself and money in my pocket. Met an older girl in a bar in town one night. Quickly turned into a very physical relationship. Being older she errr.... you know.... knew what she was doing and was very confident indeed! Blew my little mind.
So, she worked in a call centre for a bank and at the time the banks were transferring all their UK call centres to India. She was going across to train up the new workforce and would be away 6 weeks. Said I would wait for her and she promised me we would carry on when we got back. After a while she became very distant and when I did speak to her she wasn't really interested. Then she told me she was staying out there longer, around 12 weeks. There was loads of Brits out there and they were living in big hotels together. I had my suspicions that she wasn't very keen anymore, so the Dear John I got via a phonecall wasn't unexpected.
However she did happily inform me she was seeing someone else out there and they were even planning on getting married when they got back!
What the actual fcuk! Im going to be totally honest with you lads, it fcuking crushed me. Thought I was hard as nails and could go toe to toe with anyone. But here a woman had casually stamped on my heart and turned me into a blubbing mess.
So after a few weeks of being a sulky cnut and generally feeling sorry for my self, I did what most lads do. Yes, I spent the next period of my life burning through every single girl in Newcastle I could and doing the no pants dance with them. (some weren't actually single, but in my defence I never knew this. This caused me some absolute nightmare scenarios).
This was long before the days of Tinder and all that stuff by the way. Back then you really had to put the graft in and chase your prey. You had to actually approach girls and talk to them (I know! the horror, the horror!). You had to be a snazzy dresser, be able to hold a conversation, have a job, not live with your mam, and also be good at dancing. Yes, dancing. The women of Newcastle expected you to be able to do the two step and a jig if you wanted to get a number and secure any further meet ups.
So anyway that's how I rolled for a while. Flexing my stuff round the town and chasing high profile targets. Putting the work in and getting the result. Never two timed anyone though, and never went after anyone else's girl (intentionally) ?
Well it does get a bit boring after a while like.
So anyway, a still very young and naive Antonio G was home on leave in Newcastle. One of my mates was obsessed with the gym and wanted me to go with him to spot him and all that shite. Hitting the gym wasn't really popular back then in those pre metrosexual days, was mainly a steroid users thing. My idea of hard training was smoking a few cigarettes and then smashing out some mileage across the hills with my bergen on my back, with the intention of making it into the SAS one day (fcuking dream on son ?).
My mate was keen though, and I went with him because that's what mates do. Found it pretty boring. However beyond all these pretty boys in their vests there seemed to be a lot of lycra clad incredibly good looking women doing all manner of exercises in the place also
This certainly made 60 minutes of my mate giving it the mirror flexin and 'yeah bro, sick pump' patter worth it.
Noticed a girl with her mate at the squat rack. I couldn't stop looking actually, squat racks are amazing machines. They were casually chatting away and laughing and I remember thinking to myself how on earth a pencil necked pumpkin pie haircutted freak like me would ever make it into the big league and trap a girl like that! Impossible ?
Then she looked straight at me and noticed me staring at her! Shiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!!!!! I know this sounds corny, but my heart skipped a beat! In fact I think it did the bloody riverdance!
Panic set in! She caught me out 100% and will def think I'm a weirdo! I thought she will probably have a boyfriend training in there too and he'll be a big roid headed monster and I'm going to have to fight my way back out the gym as he tries to batter me.
So not really sure what the fcuk I was doing or going to say, I walked across and blurted out some absolute gobbledegook about wanting to use the machine next so she would think that was why I was staring.
She just beamed a massive smile at me and nodded her head, and also went slightly red ?
They kept sort of following us around the gym and we kept talking and making shit little jokes that we fake laughed at. It was a green light for me I think, so I knew I couldn't leave the place without trying my luck.
Ended up getting her number, we went on a date later that week ?? I couldn't believe my luck!
We got incredibly drunk on Rum & Coke down the quayside and chatted for hours and hours. I was soo drunk when I got home I actually spewed into one of my slippers (was the nearest thing to hand) ?
In the following weeks and months she put some kind of spell on me and pulled me right in with her tractor beam! Shit I was in trouble! I was catching the feelings and all that! How the fcuk did that happen!
Fast forward to the present day we've got two gorgeous daughters 8 and 15 ?
I live in a house with 3 blonde females and I have no voice, I cant even watch my own TV. I'm oppressed. The Ibiza Spotlight forum is one of my only sanctuaries now.
Photo for originality. Its me kissing the boss on the head at an Eric Prydz night, to let her know that I'm the boss ?
Thanks for reading and sorry if I sent you to sleep with my incredibly long winded and boring life story.
Will spin you a tale to fill in a gap on a boring sunday afernoon.
So this is a story all about how, my life got flipped turned upside down!
Well, I didn't quite end up in Bell Air ?
I had been working as a hod carrier for 12 months after leaving school in '98. At the turn of the century I joined the Army and I found myself based in a place called Chatham, kent. The local women in this area were truly terrifying to a young lad like myself. One of them was even nicknamed 'the Blackwidow' and had a taste for young lads. I avoided women here.
Moving back up North after a year, I got back to Newcastle most weekends. Started dating a nice red haired girl. She was really bonnie and a smashing lass. Only problem was she was really keen to get settled down and everything. Kids, house the lot! I was on a totally different song sheet. The global war on terror was heating up and all I really wanted to do was go to the Middle East and shoot guns at people and liberate them.
Our lives were going in totally different directions and I didn't think it was fair to string her along. So I decided to end it. I think I spent a week trying to figure out what to say to her in my head and thought I had every scenario covered. I really didn't want to hurt her and wanted her to understand I was doing it for the best. So when I met her she had been out shopping and bought me loads of gifts, including a gold necklace from Argos (they were popular at the time, Elizabeth Duke). Fcuk! I wasn't ready for this! As you can imagine it went pretty badly and she did not take it well. I've never seen her since and the last memory I have is of her turning up to meet me really happy, then bawling her eyes out and sobbing. It's haunted me for years. Sorry.
Fast forward a year or two I just returned from a hot an sandy place after 6 months of all inclusive action. Full of myself and money in my pocket. Met an older girl in a bar in town one night. Quickly turned into a very physical relationship. Being older she errr.... you know.... knew what she was doing and was very confident indeed! Blew my little mind.
So, she worked in a call centre for a bank and at the time the banks were transferring all their UK call centres to India. She was going across to train up the new workforce and would be away 6 weeks. Said I would wait for her and she promised me we would carry on when we got back. After a while she became very distant and when I did speak to her she wasn't really interested. Then she told me she was staying out there longer, around 12 weeks. There was loads of Brits out there and they were living in big hotels together. I had my suspicions that she wasn't very keen anymore, so the Dear John I got via a phonecall wasn't unexpected.
However she did happily inform me she was seeing someone else out there and they were even planning on getting married when they got back!
What the actual fcuk! Im going to be totally honest with you lads, it fcuking crushed me. Thought I was hard as nails and could go toe to toe with anyone. But here a woman had casually stamped on my heart and turned me into a blubbing mess.
So after a few weeks of being a sulky cnut and generally feeling sorry for my self, I did what most lads do. Yes, I spent the next period of my life burning through every single girl in Newcastle I could and doing the no pants dance with them. (some weren't actually single, but in my defence I never knew this. This caused me some absolute nightmare scenarios).
This was long before the days of Tinder and all that stuff by the way. Back then you really had to put the graft in and chase your prey. You had to actually approach girls and talk to them (I know! the horror, the horror!). You had to be a snazzy dresser, be able to hold a conversation, have a job, not live with your mam, and also be good at dancing. Yes, dancing. The women of Newcastle expected you to be able to do the two step and a jig if you wanted to get a number and secure any further meet ups.
So anyway that's how I rolled for a while. Flexing my stuff round the town and chasing high profile targets. Putting the work in and getting the result. Never two timed anyone though, and never went after anyone else's girl (intentionally) ?
Well it does get a bit boring after a while like.
So anyway, a still very young and naive Antonio G was home on leave in Newcastle. One of my mates was obsessed with the gym and wanted me to go with him to spot him and all that shite. Hitting the gym wasn't really popular back then in those pre metrosexual days, was mainly a steroid users thing. My idea of hard training was smoking a few cigarettes and then smashing out some mileage across the hills with my bergen on my back, with the intention of making it into the SAS one day (fcuking dream on son ?).
My mate was keen though, and I went with him because that's what mates do. Found it pretty boring. However beyond all these pretty boys in their vests there seemed to be a lot of lycra clad incredibly good looking women doing all manner of exercises in the place also
This certainly made 60 minutes of my mate giving it the mirror flexin and 'yeah bro, sick pump' patter worth it.Noticed a girl with her mate at the squat rack. I couldn't stop looking actually, squat racks are amazing machines. They were casually chatting away and laughing and I remember thinking to myself how on earth a pencil necked pumpkin pie haircutted freak like me would ever make it into the big league and trap a girl like that! Impossible ?
Then she looked straight at me and noticed me staring at her! Shiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!!!!! I know this sounds corny, but my heart skipped a beat! In fact I think it did the bloody riverdance!
Panic set in! She caught me out 100% and will def think I'm a weirdo! I thought she will probably have a boyfriend training in there too and he'll be a big roid headed monster and I'm going to have to fight my way back out the gym as he tries to batter me.
So not really sure what the fcuk I was doing or going to say, I walked across and blurted out some absolute gobbledegook about wanting to use the machine next so she would think that was why I was staring.
She just beamed a massive smile at me and nodded her head, and also went slightly red ?
They kept sort of following us around the gym and we kept talking and making shit little jokes that we fake laughed at. It was a green light for me I think, so I knew I couldn't leave the place without trying my luck.
Ended up getting her number, we went on a date later that week ?? I couldn't believe my luck!
We got incredibly drunk on Rum & Coke down the quayside and chatted for hours and hours. I was soo drunk when I got home I actually spewed into one of my slippers (was the nearest thing to hand) ?
In the following weeks and months she put some kind of spell on me and pulled me right in with her tractor beam! Shit I was in trouble! I was catching the feelings and all that! How the fcuk did that happen!
Fast forward to the present day we've got two gorgeous daughters 8 and 15 ?
I live in a house with 3 blonde females and I have no voice, I cant even watch my own TV. I'm oppressed. The Ibiza Spotlight forum is one of my only sanctuaries now.
Photo for originality. Its me kissing the boss on the head at an Eric Prydz night, to let her know that I'm the boss ?
Thanks for reading and sorry if I sent you to sleep with my incredibly long winded and boring life story.
AntonioGeordio
Well-Known Member
As a quick follow up:
A mate of mine told me he saw the red haired girl, that I went out with years ago, and had a brief chat with her. Told me she is very happily married with children and has no bad feelings towards me ? ?
The older girl I briefly went out with, the one that dumped me for someone else when she was working in India - I saw her a few years ago. Marriage had broke down and she had a very bad cocaine habit that had robbed her of her good looks. Pretty sad to see, but that's life I suppose. She never said it but you could feel the regret heavy in the air and I think she knew she'd fcuked up.
Prior to meeting my missus now I had totally lost interest in ever finding someone good, and lost hope of ever settling down. Was at a bit of a low point in my life.
I'd been seeing an air hostess that worked for Emirates and lived in Dubai. A real dark featured arabic looking kind of girl that took massive pride in her appearance. Without going into the nitty gritty (this is a family site) we had a very physical and intense no strings relationship. I thought I was the absolute boy!! Jack the Lad and George Best rolled into one.
Anyway, I was away doing what I do and noticed a real burning sensation one day when I went for a pee. Yep, I knew what it was! She'd obviously been doing the wild thing with someone else as well. Suppose it's the risk you run playing this game.
I went to see one of the medics to see what he could do and told him what was up. He said he would sort me out with some anti-biotics and keep it all low key so nobody found out. Nice one, I thought.
Well anyway, we were out in a pretty remote area and when he radioed back for the meds, it provoked a bit of suspicion from the higher ups.
It was blown out of the bag! They only went and sent a bloody helicopter to extract me as the top quack wanted to put me in front of a proper GU specialist!! Bollocks!
Everyone knew about it now! Bloody embarrassing to say the least. The lads were ripping me a new one. Plus the cock doc I went to see was a female and she had a laugh about it too. If you've ever been through it, its a pretty intrusive check up and treatment lol.
Was an interesting reunion when I got home and met the air hostess again.
I pretty much gave up on it after that, wasn't interested. Fcuk it! ?
Then along comes a sunny day ??
My lass says when she saw me at the gym looking bored with my mate, she was immediately attracted to me. She says she was actually pissed off that she was wearing old gym gear and looking a mess when some hot lad was staring at her. Says she also panicked when I started walking toward her.
Also she knew that I was waffling a load of shite when I came over asking about the squat machine.
She says I still waffle a load of shite now, and I think most of you on here would agree ??
A mate of mine told me he saw the red haired girl, that I went out with years ago, and had a brief chat with her. Told me she is very happily married with children and has no bad feelings towards me ? ?
The older girl I briefly went out with, the one that dumped me for someone else when she was working in India - I saw her a few years ago. Marriage had broke down and she had a very bad cocaine habit that had robbed her of her good looks. Pretty sad to see, but that's life I suppose. She never said it but you could feel the regret heavy in the air and I think she knew she'd fcuked up.
Prior to meeting my missus now I had totally lost interest in ever finding someone good, and lost hope of ever settling down. Was at a bit of a low point in my life.
I'd been seeing an air hostess that worked for Emirates and lived in Dubai. A real dark featured arabic looking kind of girl that took massive pride in her appearance. Without going into the nitty gritty (this is a family site) we had a very physical and intense no strings relationship. I thought I was the absolute boy!! Jack the Lad and George Best rolled into one.
Anyway, I was away doing what I do and noticed a real burning sensation one day when I went for a pee. Yep, I knew what it was! She'd obviously been doing the wild thing with someone else as well. Suppose it's the risk you run playing this game.
I went to see one of the medics to see what he could do and told him what was up. He said he would sort me out with some anti-biotics and keep it all low key so nobody found out. Nice one, I thought.
Well anyway, we were out in a pretty remote area and when he radioed back for the meds, it provoked a bit of suspicion from the higher ups.
It was blown out of the bag! They only went and sent a bloody helicopter to extract me as the top quack wanted to put me in front of a proper GU specialist!! Bollocks!
Everyone knew about it now! Bloody embarrassing to say the least. The lads were ripping me a new one. Plus the cock doc I went to see was a female and she had a laugh about it too. If you've ever been through it, its a pretty intrusive check up and treatment lol.
Was an interesting reunion when I got home and met the air hostess again.
I pretty much gave up on it after that, wasn't interested. Fcuk it! ?
Then along comes a sunny day ??
My lass says when she saw me at the gym looking bored with my mate, she was immediately attracted to me. She says she was actually pissed off that she was wearing old gym gear and looking a mess when some hot lad was staring at her. Says she also panicked when I started walking toward her.
Also she knew that I was waffling a load of shite when I came over asking about the squat machine.
She says I still waffle a load of shite now, and I think most of you on here would agree ??
AntonioGeordio
Well-Known Member
Happy wife, easy life ? ? ?
AntonioGeordio
Well-Known Member
Ah good on you mate, I love Weymouth! Such a great place.
Spent a lot of time training down there.
If you can run on Chesil beach, you can run anywhere ?
?
AntonioGeordio
Well-Known Member
You are a top bloke mate, I think that's brilliant ? ?
AntonioGeordio
Well-Known Member
Ah no way! I thought they were all Ricky Martin style latin lovers, Living La vida loca!
Myth busted ?
Don't worry, there's someone out there for everyone I believe!
Move up to Newcastle, we have some fine examples of single men up here ready to sweep you off your feet.
Northern steel, sex appeal ? ?
spinksy123
Active Member
Ah good on you mate, I love Weymouth! Such a great place.
Spent a lot of time training down there.
If you can run on Chesil beach, you can run anywhere ?
Will be diving chesil cove.....Not sure about running along it......
Weymouth beach maybe......
craig72
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Wouldn't say that now.. wasn't an easy ride as you can imagine...
