I once got hooked into a blind date that was so bad I roofied myself.
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I once got hooked into a blind date that was so bad I roofied myself.
Okay, here we go. This isn't really about one date, but...
I moved across country to attend law school. I met a young woman at the pool who was attractive and outgoing. Call her A. However, about 3 weeks before I left for law school my girlfriend of more than 2 years suddenly broke up with me and disappeared (I found out later that she had gone through some absolute hell, but that's neither here nor there). I had anticipated marrying the girl and so was pretty shook up and still trying to find out what had happened. I was not interested in another relationship. But A was pushing me to go out with her. I told A that we could be friends, nothing more. Take it or leave it. Her response was, and I quote "that's fine with me. It's always nice to have friends."
So we hung out together. Nothing happened between us. She said a couple of times that if I was just interested in friendly sex, it would be ok. But I was still messed up about this other girl and said no. One night I bought some steaks and other stuff that A was going to cook and we were going to have dinner in her apartment. After we ate she said "now it's time for dessert." She went to her fridge and pulled out a bowl of whipped cream and said "I'm going to lick this off your dick". My (maybe stupid) response was sorry, you know that I'm not interested in that now. I think we better stop hanging out. And I walked out of the apartment.
That did not make A happy. For the next several months I had 1) cops show up at my place in response to calls about domestic disturbances in my apartment; 2) twice moving vans showed up on a Saturday to move me to another city; 3) pizzas that I didn't order were delivered; 4) taxis showed up, usually well after midnight; 5) once a report was placed with the cops that I had stolen a motorcycle. And many other fun things. One that I have to admit was somewhat funny was that she wrote my name in a number of women's bathrooms in sleazy bars around town, along with versions of "if you want some fun tonight, call M*****, he's got a 10 inch dick." So I started getting fun calls around closing time asking if I really had a 10 inch dick. I started saying "yeah, if I fold it in half." and hanging up.
The problem with this is that it was decades ago, before cell phones, before significant phone call tracking. A made all her calls from pay phones around the city, so couldn't be IDed that way. The police couldn't really do anything, other than visit her and suggest that, if she was the culprit, she should stop. But finally I confronted her and said I was going to get the full weight of all the legal professors at my law school coming down on her and even if I couldn't get any damages I would see that she was kicked out of school (did I mention she was going to med school?). So everything stopped after about 3 months.
The last chapter occurred about 4 months later. I ran into A at a grocery store, in the booze aisle. She suggested that she buy a bottle of wine and I come over and we could "talk things over". I said no way, in a little stronger terms. When I came out of my apartment the next morning I found that an $82 bottle of wine had been smashed on my car.
I moved across country to attend law school. I met a young woman at the pool who was attractive and outgoing. Call her A. However, about 3 weeks before I left for law school my girlfriend of more than 2 years suddenly broke up with me and disappeared (I found out later that she had gone through some absolute hell, but that's neither here nor there). I had anticipated marrying the girl and so was pretty shook up and still trying to find out what had happened. I was not interested in another relationship. But A was pushing me to go out with her. I told A that we could be friends, nothing more. Take it or leave it. Her response was, and I quote "that's fine with me. It's always nice to have friends."
So we hung out together. Nothing happened between us. She said a couple of times that if I was just interested in friendly sex, it would be ok. But I was still messed up about this other girl and said no. One night I bought some steaks and other stuff that A was going to cook and we were going to have dinner in her apartment. After we ate she said "now it's time for dessert." She went to her fridge and pulled out a bowl of whipped cream and said "I'm going to lick this off your dick". My (maybe stupid) response was sorry, you know that I'm not interested in that now. I think we better stop hanging out. And I walked out of the apartment.
That did not make A happy. For the next several months I had 1) cops show up at my place in response to calls about domestic disturbances in my apartment; 2) twice moving vans showed up on a Saturday to move me to another city; 3) pizzas that I didn't order were delivered; 4) taxis showed up, usually well after midnight; 5) once a report was placed with the cops that I had stolen a motorcycle. And many other fun things. One that I have to admit was somewhat funny was that she wrote my name in a number of women's bathrooms in sleazy bars around town, along with versions of "if you want some fun tonight, call M*****, he's got a 10 inch dick." So I started getting fun calls around closing time asking if I really had a 10 inch dick. I started saying "yeah, if I fold it in half." and hanging up.
The problem with this is that it was decades ago, before cell phones, before significant phone call tracking. A made all her calls from pay phones around the city, so couldn't be IDed that way. The police couldn't really do anything, other than visit her and suggest that, if she was the culprit, she should stop. But finally I confronted her and said I was going to get the full weight of all the legal professors at my law school coming down on her and even if I couldn't get any damages I would see that she was kicked out of school (did I mention she was going to med school?). So everything stopped after about 3 months.
The last chapter occurred about 4 months later. I ran into A at a grocery store, in the booze aisle. She suggested that she buy a bottle of wine and I come over and we could "talk things over". I said no way, in a little stronger terms. When I came out of my apartment the next morning I found that an $82 bottle of wine had been smashed on my car.
How the hell does one have the guts to turn down a whip cream BJ?
I can personally, unequivocally verify that FGSA is a thing and that you absolutely can not trust pictures that people put on dating websites. I talked to a girl on Match for a few days and her profile pic was a FGSA, and her other pictures were from college but her face hadn't changed much. My expectation was that she probably weighed around 115, 120 tops. We met in North Lincoln at a parking lot and I was going to drive to our dinner reservation downtown. This girl pulled up and got out of the car and I swear to all that is holy that she looked like a bowling ball with a head. Probably 5-1, and weighed 200 pounds. She actually turned out to be really sweet and I was good friends with her for a while until we each found someone else and got married.
That same summer when I was on Match, I got acquainted with a girl who was a former Miss Kentucky runner up. She was gorgeous. I'd seen enough fake profiles on there that I actually didn't believe that the pictures were real but we started facetiming and yep, that's her. So being so far away we decided that we would both go halfway and meet in St. Louis. I booked a hotel and got tickets for a baseball game. The day before I was going to head out we were talking on the phone about our pasts and what got us where we are today. The topic of sexual partners came up and I told her that I was a one-woman man and she ends up telling me that she's slept with 73 guys. Needless to say, the trip didn't happen.
That same summer when I was on Match, I got acquainted with a girl who was a former Miss Kentucky runner up. She was gorgeous. I'd seen enough fake profiles on there that I actually didn't believe that the pictures were real but we started facetiming and yep, that's her. So being so far away we decided that we would both go halfway and meet in St. Louis. I booked a hotel and got tickets for a baseball game. The day before I was going to head out we were talking on the phone about our pasts and what got us where we are today. The topic of sexual partners came up and I told her that I was a one-woman man and she ends up telling me that she's slept with 73 guys. Needless to say, the trip didn't happen.
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Am I the only one thinking if she is this nuts, the crazy sex that would have resulted? I have had a couple crazies nowhere near as bad as this, and that old maxim about crazy chicks is absolutely spot on.
Yeah, I've heard that many times. In retrospect, maybe I should have let her go to town and THEN ended it. But in my defense, I was still fixated on the lost girlfriend and in the middle of my first year of law school, so wasn't exactly in my right mind.
Soooo you had an opportunity to go out with a runner up beauty contestant who just told you she liked sex, and that turned you off??????? Wait, what?????
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not a ‘bad’ date, but i went on a date with this one gal and afterwards, i felt like it wasnt going anywhere. she was really shy and quiet. sweet as hell, but kinduva wallflower. i took her home and moved in for a kiss anyways...she gave me the cheek. proved my thoughts right.
weve been together for over 25 years.
weve been together for over 25 years.
That reminded me of another Match.com horror story. I had this girl contact me, very cute, lots of nice pics. We emailed for a few weeks. Despite claiming to be from Lincoln, though, something seemed off. Her answers about what she liked to do in town were vague. Always followed by another cute pic. So I ask her to meet, and we make plans. But then she emailed again, explaining that she was in a horribly abusive relationship, and insists we need to talk on the phone first. She said to protect herself from the abusive ex-boyfriend, she has a screening service to hide her true phone number. I called the number she provided, and the operator requests a valid CREDIT CARD number to process the call through. It was 100% a scam. I kicked myself for falling for it for so long. I complained to Match.com customer service and they deleted/banned her from the site quickly. "She" actually had the nerve to email me one last time, trying to save the possibility of stealing my credit card number, but even a dense guy like me finally figured it out.
This story is ******* awesome and deserves to be in a movie.
I waited until I was married to have sex. I wasn't going to go from that to a chick who had kept count of her partners and it was almost 3/4ths of the way to triple digits. That was just way too far out of my comfort zone.
Yeah thats nuts right there. 73? Jeeze lady have some dignity instead of all that dognity.
It was one of the most awkward conversations I've ever had. I got married at 19 and my wife was my first. She had been with a couple of guys prior but that really wasn't a big deal to me, it was just something that teenagers did so it wasn't a huge deal. 14 years later we split up and the whole dating scene was just foreign and quite honestly an eye opener to me. I'll never forget that talk and didn't realize at the time how naive I was. I jokingly said something about how I could count all the women I'd been with on one hand and she laughed. I responded with something to the effect of "well at our age it isn't surprising if it takes two hands". To her credit she didn't shy away from the topic or lie. I just couldn't believe it when she said that number.
My best friends wife, who I share the same birthday with in a weird coincidence, has been with more than she could ever possibly count but her best guess is 150-200. My best friend that she married, before her? About 4.
i always felt like whatever happened before i came into the picture is their business - we're all free to be you and me, but that's pushing it...
...real good.
Sounds like a story line from Bull Durham.
I was once a good looking young Navy recruiter dressed in those eye catching dress white uniforms out picking up lunch for the guys at the local NRC to bribe/fish for some referrals.
I walked into the restaurant and ordered the bribes and sat down at the bench in front of the TV's with the Husker game on. There was this fine looking young lady sitting 2 seats down. I smiled and said hello and asked how she was doing that morning. She smiled back and told me she was doing fine and we chit chatted about the game and about her college progress.
Now normally back then I was already checking her out up and down, half because I was a horn dog and half because of training. But for some reason I didn't check her body out at all, I was too busy into the game and just getting her bio in my head...for recruiting purposes of course.
Well I finally ask her if she ever thought about joining the Navy and she said she had tried to join the Air Force but that her spine had a slight curve in it that kept her out. At that point I wasn't going to try and put her in the Navy and save some time. But I gave her my card and said well if you know of anyone that might be interested, or you know if you just want to talk some more to give me a call. She smiled and took my card and this was all as her food came up for her to take out.
She walked out and I still didn't gander at her...for some reason, and normally I did, even if Husker football is playing on the TV nearby.
Well my order came up and I got it and went to my vehicle and started back towards the NRC. She happened to be the car in front of me and she was smiling in the rear view and waving my card back and forth as she drove off. So I knew daddy was getting a call later...
So she called and we had a date set up, I arrived at her apt. And was fiddling with the radio dial as she made her way into my truck, still didn't get a good look up and down...
Well, we flirted quite a bit in the truck on our way , but still didn't glance over to chefully check her out. When we got to the bowling alley I noticed my left pant leg cuff stuck in my sock and was trying to pull it out on the way to the door and finally got it out as we reached the entrance. I opened the door and looked over to smile at her and BAM!
I was staring at her belly button.
That lady was beautiful...and like 6'10". She must have seen the look on my face because she started laughing and I was probably more scarlet than the home team uniforms.
It didn't work out, but she was a fine young woman.
I walked into the restaurant and ordered the bribes and sat down at the bench in front of the TV's with the Husker game on. There was this fine looking young lady sitting 2 seats down. I smiled and said hello and asked how she was doing that morning. She smiled back and told me she was doing fine and we chit chatted about the game and about her college progress.
Now normally back then I was already checking her out up and down, half because I was a horn dog and half because of training. But for some reason I didn't check her body out at all, I was too busy into the game and just getting her bio in my head...for recruiting purposes of course.
Well I finally ask her if she ever thought about joining the Navy and she said she had tried to join the Air Force but that her spine had a slight curve in it that kept her out. At that point I wasn't going to try and put her in the Navy and save some time. But I gave her my card and said well if you know of anyone that might be interested, or you know if you just want to talk some more to give me a call. She smiled and took my card and this was all as her food came up for her to take out.
She walked out and I still didn't gander at her...for some reason, and normally I did, even if Husker football is playing on the TV nearby.
Well my order came up and I got it and went to my vehicle and started back towards the NRC. She happened to be the car in front of me and she was smiling in the rear view and waving my card back and forth as she drove off. So I knew daddy was getting a call later...
So she called and we had a date set up, I arrived at her apt. And was fiddling with the radio dial as she made her way into my truck, still didn't get a good look up and down...
Well, we flirted quite a bit in the truck on our way , but still didn't glance over to chefully check her out. When we got to the bowling alley I noticed my left pant leg cuff stuck in my sock and was trying to pull it out on the way to the door and finally got it out as we reached the entrance. I opened the door and looked over to smile at her and BAM!
I was staring at her belly button.
That lady was beautiful...and like 6'10". She must have seen the look on my face because she started laughing and I was probably more scarlet than the home team uniforms.
It didn't work out, but she was a fine young woman.
I met my wife on Match.com. We have been married almost 16 years. We argue a lot but we will never split up.
I had an ex-girlfriend that played basketball at NWU while I was at UNL. I got pretty lit one night and went over and banged out her roommate. Same sort of thing, had no idea how tall she was or anything. I wake up, look down and her feet were very large and she was tall as hell. Anyways, she went to the shower and so I stole a pair of her shoes because we were the same size and they were sweet. Cruel looking back, but more I was like jesus....
I'm 6' even, was engaged to a girl recently who is 6'1'', and when they are taller it pretty much takes doggy out of the equation. I required a pillow or two to stand on, and because her legs were so long, well I'll stop there...I just cannot imagine executing that with somebody who is that much taller.
Are you even trying???
NOW you show restraint.
You have to stick the landing.
Bout a year(ish) ago I'm dating the girl I previously mention as having been impregnated by her dad and in and out of a lot of foster homes...like I said, I tried really hard to date her, she was an amazing woman, bi sexual, firefighter, smokin bod, great at karaoke and knew how to work the room, but she was just a little off so it didn't work out in the end, but before things ended she invited me over to her apartment for a romantic evening. I texted her "Shall I bring anything"? She replied (these are direct quotes now) "Just the wine, hugs, and kisses"...so I get there and knock on the door and it opens and there are transgenders in the room that are changing into their girl clothes to go out for the evening and she's wearing a X-Box headset playing video games. I thought to myself, did I miss something??? She proceeded to ignore me for the next 45 min, and I got to visit with the trannies who were in the middle of the shots, and needless to say that evening did not work out like I had hoped. To bad, because she was badass.
Just “a little off”?
Right??? I know a lot of guys brag about girls on here and their golf game and ya think, riiiiight….but she was a 10+, she's the girl everyone in the room turned and looked at, men and women, when we walked in, then they looked at me and wondered how that happened....so I prolly gave her a little more rope than I would have given a 6, but when they look like that, at least for me anyway, I did everything I could to try and rationalize the situation...at least I still have the pictures, he he. So I have proof it happened.
Hey, she was from Kentucky. 73 no problem, it was probably all just family.
you think I made it up? do you think I was red pilled back when I was 20 years old (30 years ago) and knew what I was doing then? Of course not. I didn't understand jack back then. Story is true, but I don't understand why you are so angry about it.
The take away here is understanding how women often act irrationally.. this thread is filled with examples of this.
She was so tall when we were nose to nose my toes were in it and when we were toes to toes my nose was in it.