how did you meet/hit it off with/pull/seduce your last/current lover?

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a bit like the 'losing your virginity' question but hopefully this will be more interesting and revealing...how did it happen? where did it happen? what did you say to each other? why did it work? etc. - especially intersted if your approach differed for those that just became brief flings and those that blossomed into long-term relationships

erm, its for a thesis...or something, really...

― blueski, Tuesday, 22 October 2002 12:05 (twenty-three years ago)

At work, I gave him a Percy Pig (the best sweets in the world, without a doubt), we began to email, we arm wrestled at a night out....the rest is history.

― Plinky (Plinky), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 12:15 (twenty-three years ago)

in a manner far too complex to attempt to describe in a few sentences, or even paragraphs, and it was 9 years ago too so my memory's not what it used to be :).

― angela (angela), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 12:26 (twenty-three years ago)

We both went to the same college, but actually got to know each other in the clubs of New York. It was an exciting place to start a new romance.

― Sarah McLusky (coco), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 12:35 (twenty-three years ago)

I was driving around in my car, which I'd recently hotted up with a new stereo and a fat exhaust, when I saw her walking along with a group of other chicks on the side of the road. I yelled out "Hey chicks! Look at my car!" and honked my horn a few times.

It was love at first sight.

― Andrew (enneff), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 12:38 (twenty-three years ago)

I was introduced to her at a party. I then talked to her about the disastrous academic career of someone I know.

― DV (dirtyvicar), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 12:43 (twenty-three years ago)

I knew the German word for "Strawberry punch".

― Colin Meeder (Mert), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 12:44 (twenty-three years ago)

we'd been hanging out for a wee while just as friends (but had known each other for a while longer) I started having feelings but had no idea what she thought until..........

we went out, got rather drunk, I offered to see her home (expecting nothing at all), sat on her bed while she went to fetch some water. She came back and those fateful words came out of her mouth:
"so, are we going to stop all this platonic shit or what?"

The finest words I ever heard.

― chris (chris), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 12:47 (twenty-three years ago)

magic.

― jess (dubplatestyle), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 12:59 (twenty-three years ago)

We met at a Christmas party. She was getting ready to take a year off from school and was encouraging everyone she met to run screaming from the school. A year and a couple of months later, we bumped into each other on a shuttle bus back to our dorms and discovered that we both sang and we'd both befriended the same circle of people (including her younger sister's best friend from high school). It was FATE.

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 13:01 (twenty-three years ago)

Pity.

― Tag, Tuesday, 22 October 2002 13:04 (twenty-three years ago)

His fateful words:"Girls don't make tapes, c'mon!"

― arantxa, Tuesday, 22 October 2002 13:06 (twenty-three years ago)

Chris' tale wins. It's got friendship, romance, chivalry, alcohol, a bedroom scene and one feisty laydee.

― Lara, Tuesday, 22 October 2002 13:08 (twenty-three years ago)

b-but magic!!

― jess (dubplatestyle), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 13:09 (twenty-three years ago)

Just stood there being cool. A few previous ones thru propping up the bar moaning about wanting to drink myself to death. Come on ladies, you're not really making me a better person providing reinforcements like that!

― dave q, Tuesday, 22 October 2002 13:14 (twenty-three years ago)

Haha, Chris's is excellent.

Mine is horribly boring (we both sailed in college, but didn't know each other back then). He opened his car door for me the first time we drove somewhere though, and I was goofily impressed by that-- yay boys who open doors on dates. And yay adorable boys in uniforms. ;- )

― lyra (lyra), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 13:28 (twenty-three years ago)

Of the past three boyfriends, two have been met at aftershow parties (once my band, once his band) and those were ROARING DISASTERS. The one mildly successful (i.e. didn't come out of it feeling like my heart had been ripped beating from my chest and handed back to me bruised and bleeding saying "here, I don't think I need this any more...") I met at a book launch/reading thing. The novelist who was reading spotted the two of us chatting at the bar, and walked up to us, proclaiming "You two should go out! You're tall, blond, drunk and TOTALLY FUCKED UP!" We complied.

― kate, Tuesday, 22 October 2002 13:34 (twenty-three years ago)

She was a friend of a friend; we were two of four people sharing a "chalet" at a music festival in England. We wandered out on the beach at night and started smooching. The next day we were talking about guitar tablature we'd found on the web and I started raving about how I couldn't believe somebody had posted the tab to Swell Maps' "Vertical Slum." "Yeah," she said, "that was me." A couple of years later we got married.

We realized later that we'd been going to the same shows for seven years and had somehow never met at them.

― Douglas, Tuesday, 22 October 2002 13:41 (twenty-three years ago)

I met her at Plump DJs and danced for most of the night and then I went to a party with her and danced some more and then got tired of dancing and the rest is history, more's the pity.

― Ronan (Ronan), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:24 (twenty-three years ago)

good god, im trying to remember it was so long ago. Wheaton College, 1996. I was visiting my best friend Tim and he is quite the rap music fan. He was having a party, the Biggie was flowing and some really drunk girl who was quite hot approached me and said "Your a gangster huh?" She was a smooth talker. Apparently a wool sweater, glasses and a dress shirt makes a gangster. Come to find out, she used the same line on every other person in our little crew to get them to sleep with her.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:30 (twenty-three years ago)

Wheaton College? Not in Wheaton, Illinois, I hope.

― Melissa W (Melissa W), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:33 (twenty-three years ago)

Norton, Ma.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:35 (twenty-three years ago)

probably not much different than Wheaton, Illinois.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:36 (twenty-three years ago)

I'd recently become single again after a longish relationship, and was enjoying having time to get to know acquaintances better, in particular with one bloke I'd always thought was lovely but never really chatted to.

I'd managed to sub-conciously block out any non-platonic thoughts, as I wasn't looking for a relationship. Anyway, i was away for a girlie weekend with my two best friends, and they smirkingly commented on the number of text messages I was exchanging with my 'platonic' friend. At that point realisation kicked in, and I needed to sit down very quickly.

the next night I got very drunk, was escorted home, went to get some water and then said...."so, are we going to stop all this platonic shit or what?"

― Vicky (Vicky), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:41 (twenty-three years ago)

Best thread ever.

― Alan (Alan), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:48 (twenty-three years ago)

I would be far too embarrassed to post the truth to this thread...

― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:52 (twenty-three years ago)

Go on Alan.

― Sarah (starry), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:52 (twenty-three years ago)

It was a rainy night in Londons Trendy Oxford Street...

― ooh the violins and the rising music and the rising... music (starry), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:53 (twenty-three years ago)

"It was a rainy night in Londons Trendy Oxford Street..."

― ooh the violins and the rising music and the rising... music (starry), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:54 (twenty-three years ago)

Er, it all started with a mention of Margaritas. It ended with no margaritas. Learn yer lessons kids. Keep yer bloke sozzled on cheap cocktails all the time and he might never notice how ugly you are. I'm not saying any more!

― Sarah (starry), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:56 (twenty-three years ago)

oops, above was before my wife. I seduced her using beer and cigarettes at a party approx. 3 weeks after the gangsta chick. Same place, Wheaton College. Party was in her room, I didn't know her nor did my friends but I saw her and thought she was cute. I took over the cd player and put in Nick Drake and she liked it and she talked to me. We talked about Haircut 100 and the rest is history.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:57 (twenty-three years ago)

That is his answer, Sarah.

― Graham (graham), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:58 (twenty-three years ago)

Ha ha Vicky and Chris. Bless your cotton socks.

Err, spent waaaay too long being very good friends and communicating EVERY SINGLE DAY via email or text, then, poof, got together a few weeks ago in a mildly drunken haze. After seeing Camera Obscura in Shepherd's Bush (and in matching black shirts and ties) and while listening to Tindersticks (sick!). Yay.

Well, time to go to the pub, I feel.

― Liz :x (Liz :x), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:59 (twenty-three years ago)

um, i went to look at a house, and as i left a girl was leaving who'd also been looking at the house. we got talking and...

― gareth (gareth), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 14:59 (twenty-three years ago)

awww it was love of the yo la tengo drummer georgia hubley that brought me and aubrey together (troo fakt!)

― katie (katie), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 15:00 (twenty-three years ago)

yeah, chris, i was about to say. how foul is she and you wifed her.

um, i went to look at a house, and as i left a girl

gareth you might want to think about legal action.

― jess (dubplatestyle), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 15:01 (twenty-three years ago)

I would like to say that I have nothing to say here. That is all.

― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 15:02 (twenty-three years ago)

It depresses me that everyone elses seems vaguely humorous or exciting.

― Ronan (Ronan), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 15:06 (twenty-three years ago)

My mate Andrew & I worked in a hospital kitchen, & he fancied one of the nurses. They passed the kitchen window all the time going to & from the nurses home. We arranged a party in our flat, one of the main reasons for which was so that he could get off with her.

For some reason or other Andrew didn't pull the girl, but she & I hit it off. Probably the way I kept dropping ice cubes down her green silky dress.

We are still together now.

The party was held over 25 years ago.

― Mooro (Mooro), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 15:43 (twenty-three years ago)

I'd seen her out every month for a year. She was really tall, slender, amazing body, amazing dancing, huge group of cool friends, always having fun - and so I hated her guts even though I'd never met her.

Then we were introduced at a friends house before going out one night. When we arrived at the club we were the two tallest girls there and she said I'd have to dance with her so she didn't stand out. So I did. And then we snogged. And then a week or so later she moved interstate. It's very sad.

― toraneko (toraneko), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 15:47 (twenty-three years ago)

The somewhat younger drummer in my friend Lucas' band. The satisfying, if not very sisterly, feeling of watching him bypass a group of nubile teenage girls to talk to me.

My last boyfriend worked on the floor below me. At his leaving do his friend and colleague Martin sat down drunkenly and said: "I'm bloody sick of hearing him go on about you, he's too shy to say anything, but I WILL KILL HIM if I hear your name again. You have a chance to save a man's life tonight."

― Anna (Anna), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 15:58 (twenty-three years ago)

I met her at the Burger King, fell in love by the soda machine.

― jel -- (jel), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 16:01 (twenty-three years ago)

I think I started fancying my current LUVVAH when I saw a picture of him on the interweb about three years ago of him wearing shades indoors.

― Mandee, Tuesday, 22 October 2002 16:07 (twenty-three years ago)

[Mandee is dating the Henry Winkler]

― N. (nickdastoor), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 16:20 (twenty-three years ago)

I mean Fonz

― N. (nickdastoor), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 16:20 (twenty-three years ago)

[also possibly corey hart.]

― jess (dubplatestyle), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 16:22 (twenty-three years ago)

lou reed.

― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 16:26 (twenty-three years ago)

keanu reeves on the front cover of matrix.

― jel -- (jel), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 16:32 (twenty-three years ago)

N., that is possibly the worst Freudian slip in the history of the world.

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 16:52 (twenty-three years ago)

worst meaning best??

― N. (nickdastoor), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 16:54 (twenty-three years ago)

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See See Rider!!

Yes! Slide guitar licks r us!

― onimo, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:25 (nineteen years ago)

Also Birdland were GRATE and I don't care what the snooty rock masses think. Hollow Heart was GRATE, Sleep With Me was GRATE, their dodgy cover of Rock 'n' Roll Nigger was GRATE. Whatever happened to them?

― Mark C, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:27 (nineteen years ago)

I don't know what happened to them. I thought they were GRATE at the time too, though I haven't listened to them in years. We have two copies of their album as we had one each when we moved in together. I think I've got a Birdland 7"single that plays at 33rpm.

See See Rider mp3s

― onimo, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:30 (nineteen years ago)

all you ppl seem to have been with yr S.O.'s far, far longer than me. I find that interesting.

― Grandpont Genie, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:30 (nineteen years ago)

I liked 'em.

I have their "Juke Box Jury" review somewhere on a VHS. Phil Collins, Dusty, David Jacobs, Pete Murray!!!

― Mark G, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:31 (nineteen years ago)

History of Birdland

(sorry for derail from teh squee)

― onimo, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:31 (nineteen years ago)

Mark (H) you only met her the other week!

― Mark C, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:34 (nineteen years ago)

You see, thanks to the disgraceful sexism of the '70s Scottish education system we boys weren't allowed to do Home Economics. We had to do Technical Drawing and Woodwork instead. Certainly Home Economics would have been of infinitely more practical use to me.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:51 (nineteen years ago)

"all you ppl seem to have been with yr S.O.'s far, far longer than me. I find that interesting.

Grandpont Genie on Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:30 (22 minutes ago)"

longer than two months, mark? that's really interesting.

― That one guy that quit, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:54 (nineteen years ago)

So GG is Mark H!

*Dons Sherlock Holmes Deerstalker*

― kv_nol, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:55 (nineteen years ago)

We had Tech Drawing and Woodwork too, I think my mum still has a trinket box I made.
xpost

I just realised: 17 years! That's almost half my lifetime!

― onimo, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:58 (nineteen years ago)

I had been recently involved in a fairly unpleasant end to a relationship, very, very busy with various things and really not thinking about meeting anyone else. She was a friend of my youngest sister and I’d seen her around quite a bit, in fact recently she seemed to be around quite a lot at parties, pubs etc. I thought she was absolutely gorgeous and really nice to talk to, in fact we always seemed to end up chatting for a lot of the evening, but that was as far as it went. My innate capacity for missing that which is bleedin’ obvious, plus my general lack of confidence at that time meant that it aimlessly went on like this for a bit. My sister said ‘for feck’s sake when are you going to ask her out – she really likes you’. I still prevaricated – I’m too busy/it’s too soon/she’s out of my league etc etc and talked myself out of it. I was thinking about her a lot though. Then, by chance, I met her on the Tube. Maybe it was just seeing her out of context and unexpectedly, but somehow I suddenly just KNEW that I wanted to be with her. She was late and didn’t have the time for even a coffee, so I asked her what she was doing on Saturday. She said ‘I’m in a play, why don’t you come and see it and we can do something afterwards?’ I mentioned that I was playing rugby in the afternoon, and she asked if she could come and watch. Saturday comes, and all goes to plan until half way through the match when I land awkwardly on my head in a lineout and some idiot decides to make matters worse by stepping on my face. I am knocked out cold, carried off and revived by a bucket of water in the face. The future Mrs. Dr. C has to endure seeing me alternating between bleeding furiously into a wet towel and vomiting lustily into the empty bucket. Someone decides I need stitches, but by now the game has ended and the whole team is tucking into their beer and pies, and no-one is available to take me to A&E. She decides that we must walk to Kings College Hospital which is 20 mins away. A&E is heaving and no-one is particularly interested in a bloodstained rugby player, who rates slightly higher than a wino on their scale of people that they enjoy meeting on a Saturday evening. She sat with me for about 2 hours until she had to go off to do her play. She was kind and funny and held my hand. I was apparently reasonably coherent apart from occasionally mentioning that I needed to get back to the match and get back on the field. I’d had pins and needles in my right arm for a couple of hours, but hadn’t thought to mention it. Now my left arm was going numb too and I seemed to be shaking slightly. I must have looked in a bad way because the woman sitting next to me called a nurse over. It turned out that I’d had what is known as a compression injury when I hit the ground, making the area around the spinal cord in my neck swell up. Not all that much fun, and to be honest I was terrified. They basically immobilize you and take X-rays as quickly as possible. A couple of hours passed and thankfully they decided that there’s probably no serious damage, and that I could go after a few more checks. A nurse came over and said ‘ your girlfriend phoned and she’s on her way over’. Girlfriend? We hadn’t even as much as kissed properly yet, but I did like the sound of it. She took me home, stayed to see that I was OK and cooked Sunday lunch the next day. I was off work for a week, she came over a couple of times and we spoke on the phone a lot. Two weeks later I took her to Paris for the weekend. A few ups and downs, but we’re still together.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 16:41 (nineteen years ago)

Mrs Dr C sounds a truly lovely lady :)

― C J, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 16:50 (nineteen years ago)

She's alright, s'pose.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 17:01 (nineteen years ago)

Joking - she's lovely, yes.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 17:14 (nineteen years ago)

I started an online diary of sorts in 2001 while bored at work. A few months later I began to read the diary of some guy in England who impressed the hell out of me with his words. That summer I left him a message saying I was jealous that he was going to Reading. He responded that I should be and complimented me in my taste in music as outlined in my blog bio info. Reading came and went and I kept reading. Sometime that Fall, I wrote him an email in response to something he'd written online. We started emailing each other constantly for about three months. Then we started talking on the phone. He came to visit me in America in December of that year. In order to avoid any awkward moments we made a pact to kiss as soon as we met in person. Of course, I totally fumbled it so our first actual kiss was had about five minutes later in an elevator at Logan Airport. It was amazing as was the whole visit. Numerous visits over the course of 2002 and a deepening love led to me inquire about the possibility of living abroad. It turned out that I was entiteled to dual US-EU citizenship and could therefore legally work in the UK. In October of that year, I became a German citizen. In January, I quit my job, sold my car and moved to London to be with him. I lived there until the start of 2005 when I went a little nuts and decided I needed to move back. Despite my leaving and all the crap I put him through subsequently, he still stuck by my side and proposed in January of last year. We were married six month later on July 23, 2006. Due to unfortunate visa issues, he had to return to England until October but he's been here since then and I am happier than I've ever been. He's truly the most wonderful person I've ever known.

― ENBB, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 17:29 (nineteen years ago)

one month passes...

We talk about the festival wedding we'll have, and about growing old together, and the silly kids, and it seems like the most natural and unscary thing in the world. I love her with every fibre of my body and I miss her like a limb when we're apart.

-- CharlieNo4 (Charlie), Tuesday, November 30, 2004 4:25 PM (2 years ago)

reading this now does terrible things to my soul. we broke up last year :-(

― CharlieNo4, Thursday, 3 May 2007 12:42 (nineteen years ago)

I'm sorry man.

― kv_nol, Thursday, 3 May 2007 12:44 (nineteen years ago)

It really is crap when things don't go as expected.

― kv_nol, Thursday, 3 May 2007 12:44 (nineteen years ago)

Oh Charlie. That's dreadful. Sorry.

― accentmonkey, Thursday, 3 May 2007 12:47 (nineteen years ago)

it's terrible - i feel like i'm reading about a completely different human being. i'm actually flushing while writing this. i must be over it by now, surely? ugh.

― CharlieNo4, Thursday, 3 May 2007 12:50 (nineteen years ago)

Um, Chuck, sorry to remind you, but *you* broke up with her?

― Masonic Boom, Thursday, 3 May 2007 12:51 (nineteen years ago)

thankyou, kate, for your valuable insight into THE INSIDE OF MY FUCKING HEAD. now please fuck off unless you have something pleasant to say.

― CharlieNo4, Thursday, 3 May 2007 12:51 (nineteen years ago)

*buys emergency pints all round*

― Sarah, Thursday, 3 May 2007 13:02 (nineteen years ago)

(I read all of this yesterday and it got a bit wrenching - I didn't even say that much on it but flushed up so, sympathy with that pint)

― Sarah, Thursday, 3 May 2007 13:03 (nineteen years ago)

how did you meet/hit it off with/pull/seduce your last/current pint?

― blueski, Thursday, 3 May 2007 13:03 (nineteen years ago)

Oh, that's hard to take Charlie - take care.

(Can I have a pint, Sarah?)

― Dr.C, Thursday, 3 May 2007 13:07 (nineteen years ago)

(simmering fury taken to email. carry on with the happy, people...)

― CharlieNo4, Thursday, 3 May 2007 13:09 (nineteen years ago)

Of course you can Doctor C. The puny barmaid struggling under the weight of the hand-pulled pumps surely can't bear any more resentment than she already does! Honestly, can't we all just drink fizzy cider water, etc etc, bluddy CAMRA it's all their fault etc.

― Sarah, Thursday, 3 May 2007 13:15 (nineteen years ago)

BOUZE NAZI

― blueski, Thursday, 3 May 2007 13:16 (nineteen years ago)

And thus the thread comes full circle (does it)?

― Sarah, Thursday, 3 May 2007 13:21 (nineteen years ago)

I don't want fizzy cider water!

― Dr.C, Thursday, 3 May 2007 13:22 (nineteen years ago)

Slavedriver!

― kv_nol, Thursday, 3 May 2007 13:23 (nineteen years ago)

i am hoping to meet him on this thread, wouldnt that be cute?

― homosexual II, Thursday, 3 May 2007 13:33 (nineteen years ago)

i am glad i was already in my "hyper-guarded sardonic responses" phase for this thread

― strongohulkington, Thursday, 3 May 2007 13:38 (nineteen years ago)

(simmering fury taken to email. carry on with the happy, people...)

Sometimes somebody just has to make the decision to end a relationship, and just because you're the one with the guts to do it, it doesn't mean you aren't sorry that all the good bits of the relationship are gone, and it doesn't mean you don't miss the other person sometimes, and it doesn't mean you aren't grieving. Plus you have all the added guilt of being the bad guy. It can be tough.

― accentmonkey, Thursday, 3 May 2007 14:30 (nineteen years ago)

thankyou! and, um, uncannily spot-on in basically every single way. are you me?

― CharlieNo4, Thursday, 3 May 2007 14:39 (nineteen years ago)

four months pass...

I'm terrible at meeting people.
this guide would help me http://www.lifehack.org/articles/communication/how-not-to-suck-at-socializing-dos-donts.html

However, even if I did meet someone, what if they don't live up to my standards? I'm looking for a platonic relationship and because of that I can't meet just anyone.

Some might say the answer is to meet as many people as you can. That might be ok but I kinda like not having lots of friends.

So what I'm asking is, how should I go about finding that girl I like more than just sex?

― CaptainLorax, Monday, 10 September 2007 02:02 (eighteen years ago)

step 1: cut a hole in the box

― Tracer Hand, Monday, 10 September 2007 02:05 (eighteen years ago)

I hadn't read scott's post until tonight. The first time I kissed him, he said, "this is like in the movies." I was struck by him when I first met him because he had bleach blonde yellow hair (it matched mine at the time) and wore a John Deere or some type of trucker hat (in 1987 or something!) but also lots of colourful bead jewelry. Not like anybody I'd seen in Montana. He seemed broody and arty and he read and every time I looked over he was staring at me. I was kind of in love with his best friend maggie although i didn't know yet she was gay and i figured if they were best friends he was hot shit. My self-esteem was too low to think he really cared at all about me, even after making out in Philly, until for years and years and years Maggie would tell me he had asked about me. The license thing was all I needed to hear. When we started e-mailing, it was only about 3 or 4 exchanges in that he said in all caps I LOVE YOU and come live with me in Philly. No holding back.

I am glad we didn't really get together until I was older. I had to ripen.

― Maria :D, Monday, 10 September 2007 02:35 (eighteen years ago)

kinda like American Splendor but with a guy in a trucker hat.

― CaptainLorax, Monday, 10 September 2007 02:39 (eighteen years ago)

OMG the thing from that Lifehacker link, the fundamentals of eye contact, makes something relatively natural sound absolutely impossible! At least they didn't describe how the optic nerve and eye muscles work.

― Abbott, Monday, 10 September 2007 02:41 (eighteen years ago)

It's probably not that great to say thing in conversation such as this, for example: "Meh, looks like someone needs a diaper change. Personally, I find these type of questions interesting."

― Abbott, Monday, 10 September 2007 02:42 (eighteen years ago)

I can't fit all of that on the palm of my hand! I'm doomed

― CaptainLorax, Monday, 10 September 2007 02:45 (eighteen years ago)

I recently found that I've been getting into the bad habit of not really talking to people when I'm out. It's not that I'm unsociable, it's quite the opposite in that my friends and I generally frequent the same places and therefore get to know most of the people who go there. To start with it was fun meeting everyone, but recently I've noticed that I tend to just stroll up and down the pub saying 'alright?' to people I never actually converse with properly. I've become so unused to actually talking to anyone for more than a minute or two (usually just small talk or whatever) that I've practically forgotten how to do it which is scarey I suppose. I just end up with itchy feet if I talk to someone for a long time in a social situation, awaiting one of those horrible silences so I can make my excuses and carry on strolling around the pub.

So it was strange to actually find myself sitting and talking to a girl who I'd known for about a year in this way and remarking this. And she actually agreed and said that I gave off the impression of being nice because everyone new me, but acting like I didn't actually need to be friends with them (or her for that matter). Call it aloofness I suppose, which I've always thought of as a horrible trait.

I don't know whether it is aloofness or shyness that's made me like this. Probably a bit of both. The older I get the less interested I am in polite small talk, but by avoiding talking to people for more than 60 seconds, I don't really get past that stage.

― the next grozart, Monday, 10 September 2007 02:46 (eighteen years ago)

i sang this to my lady in O'Malley's bar
"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape."

― gershy, Monday, 10 September 2007 02:57 (eighteen years ago)

one year passes...

met my wife fifteen years ago today

lol old

― mookieproof, Monday, 3 August 2009 17:14 (sixteen years ago)

one year passes...

this is the cutest thread.

― górecki's zygotic mynci (c sharp major), Wednesday, 11 May 2011 10:40 (fifteen years ago)

"how would i successfully seduce your current lover"

― sensual bathtub (group: 698) (schlump), Wednesday, 11 May 2011 13:59 (fifteen years ago)

read the ballad of scott & maria, rescind aforeposted thread snark

― sensual bathtub (group: 698) (schlump), Wednesday, 11 May 2011 14:32 (fifteen years ago)

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