I challenge anyone to wanker stories, since I seemed to have gone out on a date with the biggest ones in Sydney in my younger years.
(many, many, many years ago) I met this GORGEOUS guy, good job, educated, well dressed, spoke nicely about his family etc and I'm thinking I've hit the jackpot. By date 3 he has started saying things that were just a bit odd, bit boasty... anyway, we are sitting in the car at a nice look out and he says "Do you want me to take my shirt off?" I say "Why on earth would you do that?!" He say (seriously) "So you can kiss my chest". I declined that offer but he gets a bit frisky anyway. Finally i push him off and say "you do realise I am not going to sleep with you, right?" and he says, in complete and honest shock "You don't want a night with the champ?"