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08-14-2007, 11:41 AM
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08-14-2007, 04:07 PM
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this is fairly personal and may not apply to everyone but i've come up with a list of 3 signs the date isn't going to be what i wanted based on my own experience:
1) starts a fight with a homeless person. or 2) casually mentions she's still living with ex-husband. or 3) advises she's never had an orgasm "with a man".
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08-14-2007, 05:40 PM
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My little brother got married a few weeks ago --- the first time he and his wife ever interacted was in a class called "team sports" --- It was basically like a 2nd gym class, except it had kids ranging from grades 9-to-12.
There was this big orange haired freckled out volleyball player in my grade he was into, so instead of introducing himself to her --- he decided to pull her pants down with most of the class looking on. She claims she wearing her most embarassing pair of underware. She thought he was a major A-hole for doing it...and ignored him the rest of their time together in school. A year after he graduated she saw him on his motorcycle without a shirt on, not realizing it was the kid who pulled her pants down. I guess the moral of the story is --- when it comes right down to it --- pulling there pants down in front of a bunch of other people is a much better idea than using the shampoo bottle they let you borrow as a nut-catcher. Last edited by The Indomitable DrugS : 08-15-2007 at 07:14 AM.
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08-14-2007, 07:30 PM
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08-14-2007, 09:29 PM
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08-14-2007, 11:40 PM
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my worst date story is going to be hard to beat.
this happened way back around 1996 when i was on aol and would IM chicks that had interesting profiles. i Im'd this one chick that lived up in the san francisco area (I lived in LA). we chatted for a few months online and would also call each other several times a week on the phone. she seemed like a pretty cool chick and it felt like we were both into each other. hell, i even sent her a gift while I was down in costa rica for a couple of weeks, which really made her happy! so, eventually, we decide to meet. i made it pretty clear i'm not into partying anymore and that i'm basically a pretty quiet and shy guy and that i prefer to do things either on a one on one basis or in very small groups. she seemed to dig it and presented herself as being like minded as well. so, i fly up and she meets me at the airport with her girl friend (female friend morty, not lesbian lover). no big deal to me, as we've never met, and women are generally pretty paranoid, so i wasn't bothered by that. we then leave the airport and Pam pulls over at a liquor store to place a phone call on a pay phone. again, no big deal. as we are driving around the area with the two of them rocking out to some Jewel song, pam asks me if i mind that she stops at her dealers place to pick up some pot for this weekend's party that she's throwing! I'm like, 'uh, ok'. what i didnt realize (due to a severe lack of communication skills on her part) was that she had invited ALL of her friends over to her house for a two day party the weekend I was up there! Everyone was getting drunk, stoned and more than a few were doing coke. I spent most of the first day and night upstairs with her young son playing some nintendo games, and i hate nintendo games! i finally managed to fall asleep in the quietest room in the house, which was a bathroom tucked away somewhere upstairs. when i got up, the party was still going on as strong as it was the day before. i played some more video games that day with the kid, and pretty much was a dick to anyone else who came near me, especially pam. back then, i was a hell of a lot more sarcastic than i am now and was also pretty well trained in mixed martial arts (think cage fighting), so nobody really messed with me back. all in all, it created an atmosphere of a mutual hatred. now, as bad as things were, this is where it really got fun. you see, pam lived in a suburb of SF called colma. colma is known as the only city or town in the country that has more dead people in it than living. this is because of some weird law from back in the day that designated colma be the receptacle for dead people for that entire area. at around 11pm the second night, i decided to go for a walk around town and view some gravestones to cheer myself up. i was gone for around two hours or so, and as i was approaching pam's house, i could hear the party still raging on and on. then, as i got nearer to the house, a deathly stillness and silence enveloped the night. when i got to the driveway, it got so quiet you could hear the proverbial pin drop. perplexed, i worked my way to the door, where i found all my belongings (suitcase and backpack) out on the porch! i laughed and thanked them for a good time, thus finding myself homeless at 1 am on a friday night in a town full of dead people. it was surreal, to say the least. a few days later, when i made it back home, she emailed me asking if i could send her her pictures back to her. upon receiving them, she actually thanked me for not coloring her teeth black! reading a story like sal's little brother pulling his future wife's pants down in school really makes me wonder how sane women are, let me tell you!
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08-14-2007, 08:19 PM
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4) at dinner mentions that the food is "much better than that crap they serve in the pen" 5) reveals that she was the founder of the Lorena Bobbitt fan club.
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