back seating
Sitting in the center of the back seat of a public transport bus so that nobody else will be tempted to sit on either side of you.
back seating by znieto December 11, 2008
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Backseating
When a guy asks a girl to hang out and “for a drive” (usually at night) he is most likely trying to to backseat her. It goes something like this... he proceeds to park somewhere and starts kissing the girl. Then he asks the girl if she wants to go to the backseat so he can fuck her. This is backseating.
Person 1: “Jake asked me to drive around last night and ended up backseating me”
Person 2: “What did I tell you about going on drives with guys at night! They always try to backseat!!!”
Another example...
“I’m getting so horny and this tinder guy asked me to drive around, I’m soooo down to get backseated tonight!”
Another one...
“Fuck I asked this girl to go for a drive last night and she said no; I think she knows I’m going to backseat her yikes :/“
Person 2: “What did I tell you about going on drives with guys at night! They always try to backseat!!!”
Another example...
“I’m getting so horny and this tinder guy asked me to drive around, I’m soooo down to get backseated tonight!”
Another one...
“Fuck I asked this girl to go for a drive last night and she said no; I think she knows I’m going to backseat her yikes :/“
Backseating by Drops2357 August 23, 2020
fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)