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)

Of course!

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 16:55 (twenty-three years ago)

Yes, I am dating all of those men.

― Mandee, Tuesday, 22 October 2002 17:02 (twenty-three years ago)

[embarassingly twee post deleted by author]

― Jody Beth Rosen, Tuesday, 22 October 2002 17:44 (twenty-three years ago)

[he had been stalking you and this is how he knew you were into Steely Dan]

― N. (nickdastoor), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 17:46 (twenty-three years ago)

Haha. Knowing him, I doubt it. He's way too into himself to ever stalk anyone. It's endearing, really.

― Jody Beth Rosen, Tuesday, 22 October 2002 17:49 (twenty-three years ago)

btw I disagree with your Steely Dan hipster reclamation analysis. I'm sure I read the NME going on about, well, at least 'The Nightfly' in the mid 90s.

― N. (nickdastoor), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 17:53 (twenty-three years ago)

I've always liked steely dan.

― RJG (RJG), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 17:58 (twenty-three years ago)

[RJG is talking about the vibrator]

― N. (nickdastoor), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 17:59 (twenty-three years ago)

Chris and Vicky's story is fantastic, it's like 'Do You Think I'm Sexy' by Rod Stewart - a bit. Mooro's is like 'Carry On Nurse'.

I have met TWO of the couples referred to on this thread, surely a world record.

― PJ Miller (PJ Miller), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 18:11 (twenty-three years ago)

[I thought it was more of a...steam-powered dildo. either way: I was not.]

― RJG (RJG), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 18:26 (twenty-three years ago)

She put my hands on her ass. ladies: this works!

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 19:34 (twenty-three years ago)

Yes, if you want to attract a certain special someone, put Tracer's hands on your ass.

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 20:02 (twenty-three years ago)

sounds good to me!

― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 20:41 (twenty-three years ago)

Crikey. I've met more than half my girlfriends whilst out dancing and using the ol' eye tag.

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 21:49 (twenty-three years ago)

It was at a really crap disco, which I hadn't wanted to go to. I can't really remember anything else about it except we were dancing and Bohemian Rhapsody came on, Freddie having just died (yeah that long ago). We both agreed you couldn't dance to Bohemian Rhapsody so we decided to snog instead. Since then I haven't disliked that song very much.

― Tom (Groke), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 21:58 (twenty-three years ago)

i got drunk and pulled him over for a pash. isn't that how everyone goes about it?

― di smith (lucylurex), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 22:12 (twenty-three years ago)

A Christmas party. Me not knowing anyone there except the host and some girl I'd spoken to two minutes after arriving. Went over to talk to her, as much because I didn't know anyone else as anything. A few minutes later I uttered the immortal line "oh look, you're still carrying that plastic mistletoe around".

To this day, I have no idea how it worked.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 23:05 (twenty-three years ago)

CLASSIC thread.

I was working at Seattle Weekly and so was she, only she, a columnist, worked mostly at home and I, a calendar editor, practically lived at the office. She came in about once a month, and I knew who she was, but we didn't talk until about a year after I'd started. She was working in a conference room on her laptop and I was cutting through there to get to my office; we started talking, for some reason, about Prince and ended up hanging out for twelve hours. She came back in about a week-plus later and the same thing happened. After about a month of this (including a D'Angelo concert I'd asked her to that she got sick and couldn't attend) I told her I was flirting with her in an email, and she said she was too. That went on for another week, until she came into the office one day, we went out for dinner, and she came home with me.

― M Matos (M Matos), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 23:11 (twenty-three years ago)

i was at flinders st. station getting the last train home... i got in the train with my friend but then i saw him waiting at the next platform. i got off, sat down next to him and took a bite out of his hamburger.

― minna (minna), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 23:15 (twenty-three years ago)

A colleague recently helped a pensioner with her bags up the steps outside Victoria station and was seemingly noticed by a much younger woman. He went onto the Burger King and after buying a burger, muttered to himself about having to wait 40 minutes for a train. The young woman had also gone to Burger King and heard his muttering and said 'Mine's in 10 minutes - want to get that one?'. ~~Hilarity~~ Rumpy-pumpy ensued.

― Dave B (daveb), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 23:26 (twenty-three years ago)

She was a Dutch exchange student, more a loose acquaintance then a friend, who'd caught my eye, but we were both then in other relationships.

A couple of years later, hearing she was visiting the UK, I wrote a long letter inviting her to see the delights of Glasgow. To my suprise she came for a weekend. It just clicked between us, felt very natural. Still does in fact.

― stevo (stevo), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 23:27 (twenty-three years ago)

CLASSIC thread.

All depends.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 00:26 (twenty-three years ago)

the gym

― anthony easton (anthony), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 00:28 (twenty-three years ago)

oh no dave b your story makes me feel so cheap!

(which i am)

― minna (minna), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 00:34 (twenty-three years ago)

Minna, you horrible tart. I take back everything nice I said about you. ;-)

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 00:40 (twenty-three years ago)

ned no! tarts are people too!

(haha, i WISH i was a tart, maybe even a strumpet - if i was really telling the truth i'd say that i knew the bloke at the train station prior to this chance encounter. instead i left details out to make it sound more lurid. it is also the tartiest thing i have ever done bar maybe one other thing.)

― minna (minna), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 00:50 (twenty-three years ago)

knew each other from art school and were friends. Now we're in the same band and one night after a gig we drove up to Signal Hill and ate fried chicken and then got busy.

― rainy (rainy), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 03:18 (twenty-three years ago)

It was all twenty-four years ago.

And it's still good. :-)

― ragnfild (ragnfild), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 03:26 (twenty-three years ago)

I'm impressed by the gogetfulness of some of the women on here. Where is that initiative when I'm feeling lustful and timid?

The girls I've met cutest have never really panned out. JBR's Steely Dan story happened to me almost verbatim with Mary Margaret O'Hara (as the shared musical taste, not the love interest) but within just a week or two the girl turned out to be unsuitable.

I might have a couple of good stories I suppose, but I'll save them.

― Paul Eater (eater), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 04:46 (twenty-three years ago)

for later yes?

― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 08:54 (twenty-three years ago)

he was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar ...

― rener, Wednesday, 23 October 2002 10:57 (twenty-three years ago)

Late night wandering flirting with but she wuz in a relationship with a friend. Flash forward six mos later they break up, some time passes, we start flirting again, we're dancing at this party and I'm just like "do you want to come home with me" and there it is.

― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 17:41 (twenty-three years ago)

3 magic words: apples in stereo.

― jel -- (jel), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 17:55 (twenty-three years ago)

Jel, you can't go out with a record, I've told you before.

― N. (nickdastoor), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 18:11 (twenty-three years ago)

I met my wife in college, on the bus home. She didn't know if it was the right one, and asked where this one was going. When it came to my stop, I stepped off, looked at my watch, and made the pledge to be on that bus same time next week, such was my instant entrancement.

But, the next day at the library, I saw her checking email, and asked her if she remembered me. She didn't! Well, I reminded her, and after she finished her email, we talked outside for about 2 hours. Then, we got married about a year and half later.

― dleone (dleone), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 18:18 (twenty-three years ago)

My last several have been met via websites! Nothing cute or terribly interesting in it at all, I'm afraid.

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 18:19 (twenty-three years ago)

We met at Uni, but never dated (because he wasn't my type). After graduating, I went off to Travel The World and was away for about five years in all - we stayed in touch by exchanging letters. The letters became more and more frequent, and eventually I realised that the person I had been looking for (and failing miserably to find) had been right under my nose all along - thanks mainly to his persistence! So I came back to the UK and moved straight in with him. Been together ever since. Ahhhhhhh.

― C J (C J), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 18:34 (twenty-three years ago)

Picked out the cutest kid at a tacky bar, and within 10 minutes we were making out in a corner.

― Sean (Sean), Wednesday, 23 October 2002 18:59 (twenty-three years ago)

i don't exactly have a "last" or "current" "lover", those are such dated concepts.

― unknown or illegal user (doorag), Thursday, 24 October 2002 01:36 (twenty-three years ago)

ha ha "dated" get it?

― unknown or illegal user (doorag), Thursday, 24 October 2002 01:36 (twenty-three years ago)

I kept offering him sips of my vodka and nudging him with my elbow until he got the message.

― Madchen (Madchen), Tuesday, 29 October 2002 12:39 (twenty-three years ago)

i met him at a coffeeshop i started frequenting because i was trying to date a guy who lived in the apartment above it. he and i had been introduced before, but he was very mysterious and quiet, and, like i said, i was very busy trying to get on this other dude.
one day he was wearing a modest mouse tshirt and we talked about issac.
a couple days later i was leaving for a month, and i (boldly) asked him if he was going to the upcoming mm concert, and if he wanted to go with me, and if i could have his number. which he gave me.
i never called him, nor did i go to the show.
when i came back home, i stopped by the coffeeshop when he was working and talked to him for 2 hours. we exchanged numbers again and hung out the next week.
i thought he was pretty cool, until he showed me his paintings, and i realized he was the most fascinating guy around.

― amy (amy), Tuesday, 29 October 2002 18:16 (twenty-three years ago)

five months pass...

I'm going to revive this thread in honour of this beautiful day.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 10:14 (twenty-three years ago)

Still with the same bloke, still the same story - I'm so boring....

― smee (smee), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 10:16 (twenty-three years ago)

I don't what yr definition of 'beautiful' is matt but it is v diff from mine.

― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 10:19 (twenty-three years ago)

i knew her pretty well. we were good friends. we were the last left alive one new year. we drank plenty cocktails. i didn't realise i likedher so much. then i tore her dress off.

― gaz (gaz), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 10:23 (twenty-three years ago)

How I Met My Current LUVVAH by Jerry the Nipper

I read one of her short stories on the interweb and was mighty impressed. We started exchanging emails and I was even mightier impressed. The emails gradually became all-night phone calls, and I was impressed to the mightiest degree. We met in O'Hare airport and held hands on the El-Train. Three months later we held hands on the Jubilee Line. Three months later I was sitting at her parents' house on Christmas Day explaining the concept of Xmas Crackers. In four months time she will be coming to live with me in New Cross. IN SIN.

― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 10:30 (twenty-three years ago)

Over the brush!!

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 10:32 (twenty-three years ago)

at the ILE PitS

― Ed (dali), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 10:35 (twenty-three years ago)

i haven't noticed anyone say 'they met on the net' so i feel embarassed to tell my own tale, but then i guess i shouldve done that on this thread by now, otherwise it just looks like i've got no clue on how to meet girls, and we can't have you all thinking that now can we?

dam, too late. oh well, i'd been loitering in the stoopid nme chatroom for so long that people were starting to take notice of me (bit like this place in fact). one girl i'd been chatting to for a while was undecided about going to Leeds festival, and I was undecided about going to Reading, mainly due to lack of accomplices. so i decided to go to Leeds cos at least i'd know SOMEONE there and it would be an experience. we got on well but didnt really fancy each other at all at first, in fact i figured we'd both better stop flirting so much online from then on as there didnt seem much point. a week or so later we seemed to be flirting more than ever and i must've managed to make her laugh enough for her to realise there's more to this gormless chump than meets the eye, and she was melting my then cast-iron heart with talk of puppies and whatnot. we hooked up when she came down south (she was from North Yorks) to study and things progressed in an awkward but fun manner from there over the next few weeks to where we are now, still making nauseatingly twee pet sounds at each other almost 3 years later.

i loved reading other people's stories anyway, it re-assures me in a way, and reminds me i've never really managed that herculean task 'to get out more'

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 11:11 (twenty-three years ago)

We 'met' through the auspices of ILE but I wouldn't say we met until the aforementioend pic-nic in the sky.

― Ed (dali), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 11:12 (twenty-three years ago)

I wouldn't worry Steve, getting out less is a herculean task also.

― Ronan (Ronan), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 11:14 (twenty-three years ago)

not for jobless feckless stevie

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 11:16 (twenty-three years ago)

(met at picnic, nothing 'happened' until six months after that)

― suzy (suzy), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 11:19 (twenty-three years ago)

She had me from "hello".

― Nordicskillz (Nordicskillz), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 11:32 (twenty-three years ago)

Actually, she had me from "What the fuck do you mean you've never been in a barn"?

― Nordicskillz (Nordicskillz), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 11:33 (twenty-three years ago)

Actually, it was more like "What the ferdingle do you mean you've never been in a barn"?
She's midwestern, so she doesn't swear, just uses funny words that sound like swearing.

― Nordicskillz (Nordicskillz), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 11:34 (twenty-three years ago)

You all need to work the "Adam Ant - 'Strip' Technique" I've perfected.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 11:50 (twenty-three years ago)

She is 2 years younger than I. We met hen when I was 12. We went to the same school, church... saw each other often. She thought I was cute then, but i had no idea. I really noticed her, and began to pay attention to her, when I was 14 and she was 12. When I was 15 I finally said to her that I liked her, which was an understatement, and began to write to her. I wrote emails to her for hours each day. I began to number them. They were long, with an average size of 15 KB ranging up to 100 kilobytes plain text. I stopped numbering them years later after writing more than 300 proper letters by email and 50 carefully by hand. When I was 16 i told her that i loved her. It was an excellent year. I became absolutely certain that I want to mary her then. I kissed her hand later that year. To this day I have not properly kissed her. We are saving that. She is not yet 17 right now, but I am getting ahead of myself. When I was 17 I took the SAT, conquered it, and was admitted to the only school I applied to, the Ivy League university I am finishing my freshman year at now. It was an excellent year. She wanted me to graduate without debt, so I accepted a full tuition ROTC scholarship will obligates me to 4 years of service as a military officer after graduation. I am still 18 now, although that changes in a few more days. My freshman year has been tough, but my relationship with her has been very motivating. I am going to try to gain acceptance to Nuclear Power School and have a graduate degree in engineering paid for by the Department of Defense in return for more years of obligated service. I only applied to this once school. It was fortunate to be accepted to a school within 20 minutes of home that is one of the top 5 overall undergrad universities in the nation- it let me see her twice a week, which makes the growth of our relationship much easier. We are both virgins still. I have only 3 weeks of school left, which encourages me. If I can survive my freshman year at this place, I can wait until I marry her. My celibate life so far has been extremely satisfactory. I can wait approximately another 4 years. These years of anticipation and restraint will be good training for an adult life of faithfulness. Divorce is pobably uncommon among couples with our kind of history and worldview. So. This is how I met her and how I am pulling it off. I am setting about the goal of getting her into bed intelligently and honorably with the attitude that my patience now can bring results that we can enjoy for the rest of our lives. Our children may benifit as well. I wonder how many generation of decendents we will have and if any of them will know the story of the preperation we put into their begetting. Hey, do any of you know know anyone else who thinks like this, or prepared for marriage this way, or are we really that unique?

― nate doe, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:05 (twenty-three years ago)

Oh.My.God

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:09 (twenty-three years ago)

I'm fwightened.

― smee (smee), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:10 (twenty-three years ago)

But...what are you going to say when you climax?

― Nordicskillz (Nordicskillz), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:13 (twenty-three years ago)

"Our years of preperation have come to fruition!"

"I am a new person!" I will be. One main goal of my life will have change from obtaining her to enjoyingmy life with her.

― nate doe, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:18 (twenty-three years ago)

obtaining?

― smee (smee), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:19 (twenty-three years ago)

This is how I met her and how I am pulling it off

i'm so immature...

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:21 (twenty-three years ago)

Im not being a jerk, but I think its very rare for people who have been together for that amount of time and get married don't end up regretting "sowing their oats" so to speak. This could or could not be a problem. I'm glad I "sowed" before I met my wife.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:22 (twenty-three years ago)

I don't think that will be a problem for us. I have never really wanted to fornicate. Seems unproductive, unhealthy/risky and therefore unloving to future mate, and unlikely to really bring any happiness.

― nate doe, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:25 (twenty-three years ago)

it sounds kinda like how i imagine successful arranged marriages were/are - the inevitability of it all, the wilful resignation and commitment, the mind-bending patience required, esp. if they actually do fall in love with each other - i sure hope you find it all worthwhile nate

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:26 (twenty-three years ago)

So Nate, if you've not properly kissed her, how did you get that hickey? If it wasn't the girlfriend, it sounds like you're in big trouble...

― Liz :x (Liz :x), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:28 (twenty-three years ago)

Hur hur hur.

― Liz :x (Liz :x), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:29 (twenty-three years ago)

No, no. i GAVE the hickey. What I meant by saying that a "proper" kiss is being saved is that I've never kissed her mouth. That kiss is going to be a big deal. The long anticipation of something actually makes the fulfilment of your heart's desire more glorious. Don't you find it so?

― nate doe, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:33 (twenty-three years ago)

do me a favor and when you cum for the first time, yell out "bingo".

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:35 (twenty-three years ago)

I can't wait to do that when I get home, chris. A webcast, perhaps?

― Nordicskillz (Nordicskillz), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:36 (twenty-three years ago)

Bbbbbbut sucking someone's neck is kind of ~~more erotic~~ruder than kissing, don't you think? Blimey. Good luck with everything, though.

― Liz :x (Liz :x), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:37 (twenty-three years ago)

Sorry, that one's special too. If i remember I'll do it sometime during the honeymoon, but I somehow doubt that it will cross my mind.

― nate doe, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:37 (twenty-three years ago)

No no, you all have to go to your local bingo hall - that'll confuse the hell out off the caller!

― smee (smee), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:38 (twenty-three years ago)

or do it ghetto style "bizingo".

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:39 (twenty-three years ago)

I said these years have been fun, didn't I? Believe me, I have excellent reasons to believe that when it happens, even the supremely elloquent exclamation "Bingo!" is going to fail to capure it.

― nate doe, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:40 (twenty-three years ago)

"your vagina belongs in the vagina hall of fame" works.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:41 (twenty-three years ago)

I read em already, Chris

― nate doe, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:42 (twenty-three years ago)

Wow, there are people who *aren't* fundamentalist preachers who use the word 'fornicate' in a normal sentence?

― caitlin (caitlin), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:42 (twenty-three years ago)

Yes, but Nate its a good one isn't it?

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:43 (twenty-three years ago)

We'd actually known each other since adolescence when we had dance classes together, and our paths crossed quite a bit over the years. We had hung out but never very much, and during that whole time were pretty obviously interested in each other but too retarded to do anything about it. One day she invited me over for dinner with her and some friends, just a wholesome little gathering. Her friends left, we slow-danced to Moon Safari, and it began.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:47 (twenty-three years ago)

fo shizzle.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:48 (twenty-three years ago)

Chris, I'm not likely to ever tour that hall of fame, nor do i expect to lament my dearth of expierience. Sometimes ignorance is blisss.

― nate doe, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:48 (twenty-three years ago)

ignorance is piss.

― RJG (RJG), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:49 (twenty-three years ago)

"getting her into bed intelligently and honorably"

tried it once, doesn't work, stick to Vodka

― james (james), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:50 (twenty-three years ago)

Well, just - a look at that girl with the lights comin' up in her eyes.
She's got to be somebody's baby.
She must be somebody's baby.
All the guys on the corner stand back and let her walk on by.
She's got to be somebody's baby.
She must be somebody's baby.
She's got to be somebody's baby.
She's so fine.
She's probably somebody's only light.
Gonna shine tonight.
Yeah, she's probably somebody's baby, all right.
I heard her talkin' with her friend when she thought nobody else was around.
She said she's got to be somebody's baby; she must be somebody's baby.
'Cause when the cars and the signs and the street lights light up the town,
She's got to be somebody's baby;
She must be somebody's baby;
She's got to be somebody's baby.
She's so....
She's gonna be somebody's only light.
Gonna shine tonight.
Yeah, she's gonna be somebody's baby tonight.
I try to shut eyes, but I can't get here outta my sight.
I know I'm gonna know her, but I gotta get over my fright.
We'll, I'm just gonna walk up to her.
I'm gonna talk to her tonight.
Yeah, she's gonna be somebody's only light.
Gonna shine tonight.
Yeah, she's gonna be somebody's baby tonight.
Gonna shine tonight, make her mine tonight.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:51 (twenty-three years ago)

You sound like you speak with authority, RJG.

― nate doe, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:52 (twenty-three years ago)

haha, well done.

― RJG (RJG), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:56 (twenty-three years ago)

"your vagina belongs in the vagina hall of fame" works.

Does it work very well with men?

― caitlin (caitlin), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 12:57 (twenty-three years ago)

how *do* you do that thing where u cross out the words.

?? i really need to know .

― piscesboy, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 13:37 (twenty-three years ago)

(strike)Words here(/strike)

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 13:42 (twenty-three years ago)

~~seduce~~

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 13:42 (twenty-three years ago)

Your tactics sould depend on the fortress you are attacking. I think it will work with this girl, james.

― nate doe, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 13:58 (twenty-three years ago)

ilx is fucking weird these days!!

― jess (dubplatestyle), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 14:36 (twenty-three years ago)

I knew him sort of socially. He invited me (& everyone else) to his NY's Eve party that I didn't go to coz I didn't know his address and he didn't get the message I left him on his phone till the next day and so he said he'd take me out to dinner to make up for it (which he never has) so we were sort of conscious of each other then because we were meant to be having dinner together one day.

Then I called him one afternoon from work (for some legitimate reason, can't remember what - I didn't know I was interested at this stage) and he said he was disappointed I wasn't calling to ask him out for a coffee so the next day when I finished work in the early afternoon I called him and asked him out for a coffee and we went out and ate some food too (but it wasn't dinner coz it was too early in the day). I still didn't know I was interested - I thought we were just friends.

Then the next evening we were saying goodbye after catching up and we hugged each other, like we always did, but the hug felt really safe and warm and I never wanted it to end and then he stroked my hair and I stroked his and we just held each other. We stopped hugging and he gave me a quick kiss - can't remember if it was on the lips or not.

Anyway, later that night he called to apologise for hugging for so long and I was a bit stern with him about it but by the end of the phone call we had expressed our mutual attraction and, well, there is something going on but it's a secret affair (which pleases me coz I hate spectators).

He's worried that the romance is not based on a solid friendship and I'm worried that he's thinking too much about all the things that could go wrong & therefore stopping things from just flowing naturally when really we should be letting it just happen. At the same time I think his concerns are all quite rational and sensible - but love is not meant to be either of these.

I have some concerns about the fact that I didn't know that I had been interested in him and pursuing him for a long time before we got together until after we got together. In retrospect I can see how I was making stuff happen and I can now recall thinking about it a lot but at the time I wasn't aware that I was. The extent of my denial makes it hard for me to trust my feelings and my intentions with regards to him.

He'd felt something for me since we first met and he had been purposefully avoiding me because he felt a bit unsettled about it. He's not avoiding me anymore, except for every so often when he gets worried that we are neglecting friendship for sex and so we should slow down for a bit or when he worries that his kids will get all freaked out if they find out about us.

I had been quite depressed lately and that had made me question what I could possibly have to offer another person. I haven't been in a position to be supportive or fun and so the only bit of the relationship that has really been working is the physical side. That's not enough for it to be a lasting thing. I'm suddenly not depressed anymore which is really cool so now it's time for me to stop feeling worthless and to let our relationship help us to both grow as people.

― toraneko (toraneko), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 14:38 (twenty-three years ago)

OMG! I just wrote a thesis about it! Sorry guys. How embarrassment.

― toraneko (toraneko), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 14:39 (twenty-three years ago)

I would like to thank matt DC for reviving this thread!

― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 14:41 (twenty-three years ago)

(this after doe's post of course)

― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 14:42 (twenty-three years ago)

good luck toraneko.

― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 14:45 (twenty-three years ago)

Thanx! It's all fun and I'm learning lots about myself so even if it doesn't last it's good.

― toraneko (toraneko), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 14:47 (twenty-three years ago)

It was the first carnival day in Dawlish since I'd graduated and I was out with a few mates to have a drink and catch up ater three years at different universities, and blah blah blah, got drunk, Emma was with an old mate of mine at a table, very quiet and with a gun and I made an excuse and sat there too and got chatting and bought her a drink (green Reef!) and it cost exactly £2 and then we went to the beach for a spliff, only I don't smoke, and I pointed out some constellations and the smudged bit that's the milky way, and then I offered to walk Emma home and so I did and after 20 yards I said "would it be rude of me to ask if I could kiss you?" and she said "I've got gum" and I said "well, if you don't want to" and she spat out her gum and so we kissed and now it's nearly two years later.

― Nick Southall (Nick Southall), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 14:53 (twenty-three years ago)

it was luck, we both admired the same cross-dressing rock star.

― Honda (Honda), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 14:55 (twenty-three years ago)

He was my astronomy TA during my first year of college. I stalked him for 2 years, had friends keep tabs on him, stalked his girlfriend. Became friends with him and his girlfriend through college radio station. Stopped stalking him. They broke up during my 4th year. We became better friends. I started stalking again which was easier when you know the person. It took 3 long months of us hanging out before we got drunk one night while watching Rock and Roll High school and playing quarters. I threw up and went to sit outside. He followed and started making out with me. After a couple of days of we should just be friends, I just lured him to my bedroom and had my way with him.

We've been together 3 years now, lived together 2, but I think we're breaking up when I move away in July.

― Carey (Carey), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 15:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Re: nate: THESE ARE THE PEOPLE THAT WORK AT THE DEPT OF DEFENSE?!?...EXPLAINS A LOT

― reallyshouldn'tlaugh, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 15:07 (twenty-three years ago)

Seems like one's mate is always chosen and all marriages are arranged. Either by intelligent (sometimes) choice or luck. Both can work out successfully. By the way, stevem, your comment above was insightful. But I'm not sure what you meant by "resignation." It doesn't seem to catch the feel of adrent longing.

― nate doe, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 15:09 (twenty-three years ago)

Don't attempt to draw generalizations from an isolated example, especially when you have reason to believe it is anomalous

― nate doe, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 15:15 (twenty-three years ago)

I just kind of am in the same class as the guys I'm sleeping with, except I think I'm done with one of them, and the other has a girlfriend. Really, I don't think I'm doing much useful with my love life right now.

― Ally (mlescaut), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 15:16 (twenty-three years ago)

(strike) words here /(strike) ?

sorry if it's thick but what does strike mean ?

― piscesboy, Wednesday, 9 April 2003 15:38 (twenty-three years ago)

~~it's an enigma~~

― Ally (mlescaut), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 15:46 (twenty-three years ago)

haha actually I had no idea how to do that until just now.

― Ally (mlescaut), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 15:46 (twenty-three years ago)

The line through the word is called a "strikeout". "Strike" is what you use to make said line. with "<>" instead of the parentheses.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 15:51 (twenty-three years ago)

< s> strike < /s>

w/out spaces = ~~strike~~

― RJG (RJG), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 15:56 (twenty-three years ago)

I invited him to the movies. Then we got drunk, and then we came home and listened to Primal Scream,Sorted and, er, Liza with a Z.

― rosemary (rosemary), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 16:28 (twenty-three years ago)

Toraneko goes for boys? [sobs hopelessly]

I got wit' my beloved when I stayed over at her house one night and we talked drunkenly for hours. Just as I was approaching inevitable sleep, she lent over and stroked my eyebrow. I had been desperately hoping something would happen, but didn't want to try anything as our friendship was getting really nice and I was scared of ruining it/scaring her (among other things, anyway).

But as soon as she touched me, I knew it was going to happen. I gave her a hug, then a kiss, then a *proper* kiss... *beams like a muppet*

― Mark C (Mark C), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 16:36 (twenty-three years ago)

After fancying her for ages, but thinking I didn't have a chance in hell so not even bothering, we were both at the indie disco when a gossippy mutual friend said "I know someone who fancies you" and pointed to me, where I was desperately trying to chat someone else up in a moment of twenty-to-two beer goggle madness. She came over and said something to me, but I was pissed and I can't remember what it was. We left together. We'll be celebrating four years together at the end of this month. Hooray for twenty-to-two desperation!

(I always knew Mark C was a soppy bastard, bless him).

― Madeleine (Madeleine), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 16:49 (twenty-three years ago)

DUMB LUCK

― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 16:57 (twenty-three years ago)

He became my friend as he used to come round to my flat after lectures to watch re-runs of Dallas on UK Gold. One night when a load of us were in the pub, someone told me that all my "friends" hated me and didn't want me hanging around - he came back to my flat, let me cry and scream and feel sorry for myself, bought me half a dozen bags of pickled onion monster munch and a half-bottle of vodka and told me my "friends" were all idiots. Yay! Then he slept on the settee and made me breakfast the next morning.

― ailsa (ailsa), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 17:02 (twenty-three years ago)

Horace Mann is OTM (for me). Well, that and my irresistable girlish laugh.

― mookieproof (mookieproof), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 17:03 (twenty-three years ago)

Last lover? Was last girl. Snorted a shitload of cocaine at a socialite's party. Made love all night long. Stopping occassionally to snort more cocaine. Spent all weekend doing chemicals ... and then we were 'going' out.

― Sonny Tremaine (Sonny), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 17:08 (twenty-three years ago)

~~i just want to practice the strike out~~

― Mary (Mary), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 17:14 (twenty-three years ago)

Came up to me in the middle of a FAP in a very crowded Spanish Bar and said:

"Look, is there any point in me flirting with you?"

(My internal train of thought was: WTF? has he been flirting with me? Why haven't I noticed? Ah what the hell, I always thought he was cute.)

My response was "Yes, s'pose so" and going bright red and hiding behind my hair. God I'm smooth.

― Anna (Anna), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 18:08 (twenty-three years ago)

It involves a goofy story about Wallace and Gromit. It is really too twee to bother typing out.

― Nicole (Nicole), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 18:13 (twenty-three years ago)

Since when has that ever stopped anyone on ILE before, Nicole?

― Andrew L (Andrew L), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 18:27 (twenty-three years ago)

Mary, I was under the impression that you didn't strike out.

― rosemary (rosemary), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 18:28 (twenty-three years ago)

Haha my answer to this question totally depends on how my **big date** tonight goes.

― Chris P (Chris P), Wednesday, 9 April 2003 18:33 (twenty-three years ago)

The current boithing and I work together. In fact, we'd worked in the same company for a whole year before we actually met, thanks to his team and mine being in seperate suburbs up til recently.

We met at an after-work drink session when a bunch of workmates went across the road to a bar... I remember seeing him and thinking "wow, he works for us? How have I never seen this guy before?" and then spending about 3 hours talking non-stop to each other about life, the universe and everything. After he left, some of the other guys gave me a huge ribbing about it. He emailed me a few days later to ask about me being teased, we started exchanging emails, and then one day I got the coolest pick-up line I've ever had: "so, can I meet your cat?" (yes, my actual cat - Dan don't make any pussy jokes!).

That was it, I was done for. The rest of the story is horribly complicated and involves us acting in every way like a couple, except he says I'm not the one for him. And yet, we're always together. Its a very strangely freeing, comforting "friends with benefits" kinda deal, and I am thankful for every day of it :)

― Trayce (trayce), Thursday, 10 April 2003 02:13 (twenty-three years ago)

rosemary, that post was pure gold, I can't stop laughing.

― Ally (mlescaut), Thursday, 10 April 2003 02:17 (twenty-three years ago)

It's funny because it's true.

I met my last ex bitching about the ex before her. Ha, I am sad.

― bnw (bnw), Thursday, 10 April 2003 02:44 (twenty-three years ago)

~~magic~~ shared sensibility and mutual admiration
~~became friends~~ stuck around long enough for roles to reverse
~~across a crowded bar~~ across a $500 cellphone bill
~~met on the~~ no comment

― g*bbneb (gabbneb), Thursday, 10 April 2003 03:49 (twenty-three years ago)

My last one stole me away from his guitarist. Which should've tipped me off to the fact that if he was unscruplous enough to go behind his friend's back he'd turn out to be an ASSHOLE in the end. anyway, in the end someone named HANK TOSH (hello google) probably wasn't worth it. ;)

currently. . .i beat 'em away with a stick b/c I'm happy with just me, myself and I. :)

― That Girl (thatgirl), Thursday, 10 April 2003 05:27 (twenty-three years ago)

I was at Toy Tokyo on 3rd Avenue [or is it 2nd?] with my friend Julie shopping for anime toys. There was this really cute guy looking at My Neighbor Totoro plushes, so in a temporary moment of insanity, I approached him, tapped on his shoulder, asked for his phone number rather awkwardly, blushed, giggled, and ran away with phone number in hand.

It turned out not so great though. Dated for a month - couldn't stand him.

― phil-two (phil-two), Thursday, 10 April 2003 06:00 (twenty-three years ago)

she stopped me in the hallway at school and said, "hey, i heard you read dostoyevsky." i said, "uh...yeah. i heard you do too."

just like the ice storm, but she didn't have to dope me out. or something.

it lasted two years and i still haven't really read any dostoyevsky.

― brian badword (badwords), Thursday, 10 April 2003 07:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Mark C - awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

― smee (smee), Thursday, 10 April 2003 11:12 (twenty-three years ago)

This thread makes me so happy! Thanks to all the contributors.

― Sarah McLusky (coco), Thursday, 10 April 2003 13:41 (twenty-three years ago)

It makes me sad. I mean, I'm usually really happy for people I like finding happiness, but I was out with a fabulous woman last night who I liked enormously, and she's made it clear she'd not interested, so I'm feeling low.

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Thursday, 10 April 2003 19:26 (twenty-three years ago)

Cheer up, Martin! Don't worry. She wasn't perfect - she must have a flaw if she didn't enjoy your company!

― Sarah McLUsky (coco), Thursday, 10 April 2003 19:31 (twenty-three years ago)

hah! I think Horace has the right idea "DUMB LUCK" is what I'm banking on!

― jel -- (jel), Thursday, 10 April 2003 20:03 (twenty-three years ago)

oh and cheer up Martin! :)

― jel -- (jel), Thursday, 10 April 2003 20:04 (twenty-three years ago)

Mrs Coastaltown and I have broken up and got back together that many times that it's hard to tell, but I am fond of the time we first got together. Having fancied her for ages (but she was engaged) it happened utterly out of the blue when she stormed into my kitchen one night and in front of a crowd of astonished friends said "I HAVE to do this" and grabbed and kissed a frankly astonished me very hard indeed.

― Matt (Matt), Friday, 11 April 2003 00:08 (twenty-three years ago)

me very hard indeed

No doubt.

― Chris P (Chris P), Friday, 11 April 2003 00:12 (twenty-three years ago)

Hell, she's a ballerina. And she gets teary-eyed whenever she hears the Transformers theme tune = I am in love.

― Matt (Matt), Friday, 11 April 2003 01:41 (twenty-three years ago)

Thanks, Sarah and jel. If I assumed anyone who didn't want me was flawed, I would have a low opinion of the human race.

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Friday, 11 April 2003 11:31 (twenty-three years ago)

yeah cheer up martin.

matt: you give hope to some of us (ie. me).

― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Friday, 11 April 2003 11:36 (twenty-three years ago)

i met someone at club x by asking if he's gay (i'm an american, and have a really hard time with english gaydar)...and then he was at ATP, so i kinda went up and kissed him when we were both hyper from public enemy. so romantic, huh?

my best pick up line from a few years ago was at a show where i went up to a cute guy with water and said something like 'gee, i wish we were going out, so you'd offer me some of your water' and he did and we did.

― colette (a2lette), Friday, 11 April 2003 13:04 (twenty-three years ago)

we played in the same band together for about a year (me = bass, she = guitar) -- we both had steady others. we drank and partied and played the rock all the time, but nothing more. I moved to texas for five months for no particular reason, except that school sucks. when I returned, our band played a big old house party at the house my girlfriend lived in. guitarist spent the entire evening trying (drunkenly) to convince me to spend the night with her rather than my girlfriend. she was successful.

the only things that can possibly redeem this sordid yarn are the following:

I knew that my current girlfriend was sleeping with her housemate while I was in texas;

this was in 1994, and I'm still living with the guitarist -- properly married last year.

― Hurlothrumbo (hurlothrumbo), Friday, 11 April 2003 19:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If they don't want me, they are flawed!!!

!!!

― Cozen (Cozen), Friday, 11 April 2003 19:05 (twenty-three years ago)

!!!

― Cozen (Cozen), Friday, 11 April 2003 19:05 (twenty-three years ago)

'gee, i wish we were going out, so you'd offer me some of your water'

Oh my god, I'm totally gonna try this!

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 11 April 2003 19:13 (twenty-three years ago)

They are flawed?

― pic-a-bit, Sunday, 13 April 2003 13:43 (twenty-three years ago)

Uuuhhhh... I know I've gushed about all this on ILE, live in realtime as it happened, but we were just trying to explain to someone last week how we met, and it sounded so cute.

I was at a club talking to a friend, when the scumbag I was sort-of involved with walked in. Handsome SoundArtist saw my reaction to Whoreton and spent the rest of the evening trying to chat, I mean, cheer me up. Six beers later, while I was moaning about Whoretone, Handsome SoundArtist practically yelled at me "Hey! *I* fancy you!" and asked for my phone number. He walked me home, and I was surprised when he walked off with only a kiss on the cheek. He rang me a week later to Ask Me Out properly. We've been together a month now. Freaky.

I'm all sad because he's away at the moment. I slept over at his house without him and it was all weird. I dreamed about him, but woke up and he wasn't there and I didn't know where I was. I had to go out and dig through his press kit until I found the really cute photo of him from The Wire and stare at it until I felt better. I want a copy of that photo. ;-) Does anyone have any back issues of the Wire that I can chop up with scissors?

― kate, Monday, 14 April 2003 07:39 (twenty-three years ago)

uh-oh.

― RJG (RJG), Monday, 14 April 2003 11:53 (twenty-three years ago)

What the "uh-oh" for? I'm looking for March 97, hint hint double clue. There's a big whole-page photo of HSA looking all luscious and pouting with an oscillator bank. Pretty please?

― kate, Monday, 14 April 2003 11:56 (twenty-three years ago)

I some cds from her on ebay and found out that she lived around the corner from me in nyc the whole time I lived in manhattan about 2 years before, though we had never met.

I had moved from nyc to nashville about 6 months before the ebay transaction.

I wrote an email to tell her we were former neighbors. She wrote back and turned out to be a spectacular woman, so I kept writing for a year and half and being idly interested but discouraged by the distance until around the time I found out she was planning to move to the same city to which I had been planning to relocate after my stay here.

After that I started wooing with a lot more commitment.

I'll be moving in with her in under six months.

― martin mushrush (mushrush), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 01:47 (twenty-three years ago)

I posted...*gulp*...on livejournal about the Magnetic Fields, she responded. A month later I IM-ed her and we begun talking. She convinced me to fall in love with her and wait for her to fly over here, to Australia, in September 2002. She did. Everything worked out and life was perfect, until immigration sent her back to america, grr.

Fully expecting, indeed, am excited about marrying her, making babies, growing old with her, etc. She's the one and only for me. It's also her 21st birthday today - so, once again HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET KITTEN!

Aheh. Heh. Heh. I'm blushing.

― Michael Stuchbery (Mikey Bidness), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 04:48 (twenty-three years ago)

He won a bunch of my ebay auctions, then replied to my standard payment info email by telling me we used to be neighbors. He also mentioned computers, music and comics, all while complimenting my web site and sounding funny and intelligent to boot. So I wrote back.

We continued to write back and forth at increasing length for the next year-plus, and I thought of him as my cool long-distance pen pal, and a friend even though we'd never met in-person.

Then emails finally turned into IMs turned into phone calls... and yes, I was mightily wooed, and most succesfully.

(This post brought to you while staring at a vase full of roses on my kitchen table.)

― Jen (nstop), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 05:16 (twenty-three years ago)

crikey - find love on eBay!!

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 05:18 (twenty-three years ago)

Mikey dahling, you forgot to mention that you were a habitually black-clad, city-dwelling, cynical bastard until your paradoxically glamorous yet homespun, small-town American hwomangh cracked you open like a friggin' coconut and reveled in the sweet milk found inside....all right, wait, that sounds a bit ucky. Well, how about this -- I picked apart the bitter, shrivelled husk on top to reveal the gooey cuddlebear underneath. And yes, I take complete credit for it because IT WAS DIFFICULT. Mikey R.S. Bidness can be a grouchy, aloof mu'-fucka when he wants to be. Good thing I'm marginally more stubborn than he is. I stuck it out because my spidey-senses let me know just how much he wanted my fine Yankee ass.

And of course, I was madly in love with him from the get-go, but I didn't think a slick, martini-drinkin', drum-and-bass-listenin' city boy like him would ever be interested for one second in a terminally optimistic bumpkin like maself. He didn't even bother replying to the first few comments I left in his livejournal, that coldhearted playboy. And of course, I was the one who had to cave in and admit first that I had squishy fuzzy feelings for him, because he was playing things VERY close to the vest. What can I say, I just wasn't born with those self-defense mechanisms that make one aloof and taciturn to prevent disclosing such romantic revelations and thus opening oneself up to heartache. God knows I've been burned SEVERAL times in the past, but I'm such a chronically open-hearted doofus that I can't help but wear my heart on my sleeve.

But it paid off, big damn time. Turns out that Melbourne playa was, underneath, an even bigger softie than me. And holy frijoles, is he ever my dream man. I mean, every single quality I've ever considered ideal in a mate, he's got 'em. Even ones I wistfully dreamed of but didn't think I'd ever find in a real guy.

In the few months before I had met him, I had simultaneously come down with an awful case of mono (glandular fever, for our foreign friends), my parents went through a messy divorce after 20 years of marriage, I had to drop out of school because we were broke and I was too sick and depressed, I dumped my boyfriend of a year and two months, and had to move all the way across the country from Alaska to Georgia, and the move was on my 20th damn birthday, no less. So, I was pretty much holed up in a new place, didn't know anybody, wasn't tied down to anything, was looking to make a BIG change. And here it was. The opportunity was perfect to go to Australia. So I did. Fate was guiding me there, I'm sure of it. I was there for four months before a series of immigration fuckups sent me back to America. Hopefully I should be back there by July to attend University of Melbourne (have already been accepted ages ago).

Today's my 21st birthday, and I sorely wish I could be celebrating it with my baby, but I know he and I will have many more birthdays together for years and years to come. Yes, world, I love Michael Stuchbery, and I want to make a nest with him and produce tiny humans with him! And have a large, angry, ugly cat named Bashington. These are our plans. Watch out, world. Watch da fuck out.

Here endeth the much longer version of Ye Grande Olde Love Storie Concerninge One Michael Stuchbery and One Dirty Half-Breed American Mick, Caitlin O'Brien. /end verbosity

― Caitlin O'Brien (glamrock78), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 06:49 (twenty-three years ago)

Handsome Soundartist found out about ILX yesterday! Eeep! Damn Suzy for leaving it open and D@ra for wanting to read our birthday thread!

― kate, Tuesday, 15 April 2003 07:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Uh-oh kate, you're in big trouble.

― Mr. Diamond (diamond), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 07:03 (twenty-three years ago)

hehe, well you can give the moderators a big headache instead.

― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 07:10 (twenty-three years ago)

Funny thing was, he was actually vaguely flattered. OK, read: VERY flattered. He came to bed last night, and he kinda strutted into the bedroom and was all "*Handsome* Soundartist, huh?"

― kate, Tuesday, 15 April 2003 07:16 (twenty-three years ago)

Aw, cute. This whole thread is lovely, actually. Would probably be revolting if I didn't have a nice boy, though.

― Liz :x (Liz :x), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 09:25 (twenty-three years ago)

(yes, it's revolting)

― caitlin (caitlin), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 09:45 (twenty-three years ago)

I'm sorry, it is revolting. But I'm trying to attone for all my "Boys suck! love sucks! I hate you all!" posts. Don't worry. In about three months, I'll be back to miserable, and posting all about how he done me wrong and pissed me off etc. etc. and no more of this revoltingness! Probably. (Trying really hard not to be cynical.)

― kate, Tuesday, 15 April 2003 09:49 (twenty-three years ago)

how about NOT going to either extreme and finding the happy medium eh kate? ;)

― stevem (blueski), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 09:54 (twenty-three years ago)

sickly cute!

― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 09:55 (twenty-three years ago)

What does a joyful palmreader have to do with me?

― kate, Tuesday, 15 April 2003 09:56 (twenty-three years ago)

Kate, what if he reads that and thinks: "Three months? EEP!"

― caitlin (caitlin), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 09:56 (twenty-three years ago)

If I ever start up a palmreading service, I'm going to call it "The Happy Medium! Only tells you the NICE prophecies!"

― caitlin (caitlin), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 09:57 (twenty-three years ago)

She is joyful because she can see many a happy year ahead for you and HSA making beautiful free jazz together, and knows your cynicism is unfounded. Obviously.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 09:57 (twenty-three years ago)

Free jazz? oh no! Fr33 Ja22 Boi (Whoreton) very much in the past. There is no fr33 ja22 in my future! Only weirdy beardy experimentalist music. Yes!

― kate, Tuesday, 15 April 2003 10:03 (twenty-three years ago)

crikey - find love on eBay!!

L'AMOUR FOU -- RARE OOP US SELLER!!

― Amateurist (amateurist), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 14:12 (twenty-three years ago)

she was living with a (female) friend of mine from university, in a different town. whenever i went to visit my friend, she wasn't there. (i have since found out that this was because my friend didn't want her flatmate to meet any of her friends.) but there were photos of her in the flat and i fancied her. then once when i went to visit, she was there, and the minute i saw her i wanted her. i flirted with her a little, but she mainly flirted with another friend of mine. then i left, but i kept thinking about her, and talking about her to people.

month later, party at my house. she was there, with my friend, her flatmate. i was on pills and didn't really know what was going on. she said she liked my eyes (ha, even though i was fukd). we were sitting next to each other on a sofa in the kitchen and i touched her back and it felt electric.

later on, everone was collapsed in my room. she fell asleep on my shoulder. one by one, the others left. i woke her up and asked if she wanted to sleep in my bed. she did. we got into bed.

then i found out that my friend, her flatmate, had a serious and long-running thing for me. she (the girl i was in bed with) was feeling very guilty. so. we kept on seeing each other in secret for a few weeks before it of course all came out. big fights ensued. she and my friend have lived together very uneasily for a few months. the only thing stopping them from being at each other's throats is an agreement not to discuss the situation at all. i am not allowed to visit the flat while she is there. now she (the girl i am seeing) has decided to move out of their flat. i haven't spoken to my friend for months.

:-(

― pete b. (pete b.), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 14:57 (twenty-three years ago)

wow pete that's better than brookside.

― piscesboy, Tuesday, 15 April 2003 15:35 (twenty-three years ago)

crikey - find love on eBay!!
-- electric sound of jim

Aye. Still feels weird when I think about it, and sometimes I don't want to mention the actual meeting part to some company, but I figured since everyone else was being pretty open with the more embarrassing parts of their romantic stories...

We would likely have met when we were neighbors if there were one worthwhile record store in Hell's Kitchen. But there isn't, unless you count eBay.

I'm too happy for irony or non sequitur to matter at this point anyway. Sigh.

― martin mushrush (mushrush), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 18:56 (twenty-three years ago)

Oh look I didn't answer this thread. BBC Learning Zone was INSTRUMENTAL in getting Matt and I together. And cold mushrooms for breakfast, somehow.

― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 19:17 (twenty-three years ago)

pete i enjoyed the story, even if it is a bit awkward I'm sure it's worth it.

― Ronan (Ronan), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 20:28 (twenty-three years ago)

the internet. slay me.

― thuddd (thuddd), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 21:04 (twenty-three years ago)

haha, finding love on eBay is even more different than finding love on 51|\|1573|2.

― RJG (RJG), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 22:24 (twenty-three years ago)

why? are they all commitment phobes on Sin1stah?

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 22:31 (twenty-three years ago)

haha,

what do you mean?

― RJG (RJG), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 22:33 (twenty-three years ago)

i thought it was a hotbed of indiepop bonkerama.

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Tuesday, 15 April 2003 22:46 (twenty-three years ago)

i think im the only 51N15T3R'1T3 to not have ever dated another 51N15T3R'1T3.

― phil-two (phil-two), Wednesday, 16 April 2003 05:53 (twenty-three years ago)

http://www.fortunecity.com/lavendar/eastwood/143/bonking.wav

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Wednesday, 16 April 2003 05:55 (twenty-three years ago)

I don't wife em'.
I one nite em'.

$eriou$ly $eXXy LaDy

Fuck havin' $eXX in da Club.
I'm a pimp who feels like makin' love.
In da Caddy or on the Street
Not a bitch I wouldn't like to meet.

I hu$tle wit $peed wit my crew.
Cuz they always sumptin ta do.
And we packin' 9's at my BarbeQue.
Then I saw
A hot little chica from anotha block.
Not the kind 2 smoke a rock.
She's always tryin to block a cock.

I wuz hella drunk like a mutha fuckin' fool.
Grabbin ass and pettin' tits in da pool.
Noone even thought it was a thing
Cuz we know how to bling.

― Masaccio, the Evil Fucking Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, Wednesday, 16 April 2003 06:25 (twenty-three years ago)

The Metro this morning had a story about a couple who got *married* after meeting on Ebay. S1nister never got an article in the Metro.

― Madchen (Madchen), Wednesday, 16 April 2003 08:28 (twenty-three years ago)

But we've had several weddings.

(p.s. Vicky and Chris counts as a SINISTER wedding, as I'm sure they'd happily admit :))

― Mark C (Mark C), Wednesday, 16 April 2003 09:21 (twenty-three years ago)

The day there's an ilx wedding will indeed be a scary one.

― Nicole (Nicole), Wednesday, 16 April 2003 11:33 (twenty-three years ago)

eight months pass...

Revive! I need cheering up for the last half hour of the day.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 7 January 2004 16:57 (twenty-two years ago)

stop reviving my embarassing threads you awful man

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 7 January 2004 17:06 (twenty-two years ago)

― The Lady Ms Lurex (lucylurex), Thursday, 8 January 2004 01:51 (twenty-two years ago)

best thread ever!!

she's a press agent. we met at a friend's party one afternoon years ago - we'd chatted on the phone before but never actually met - and seemed lovely, and very sexy. we all got drunk, then she got stonedm and then she whited. she had to go home earely, but seemed really sweet and composed and lovely. i was in a relationship though, so i thought nothing more than, hmm, she seems sweet!

a couple of years later i went on the road with one of her bands for a kerrang! feature. she used to date that band's lead singer, but it went wrong. she was nervous about the trip, so we bonded on the train to meet them. later that night, we all went dancing at a northern soul club in brighton. me and her danced together all night and had a great time. me and my then-girlfriend were having a tough one of it at the time for various reasons, and she was behaving very weirdly that weekend. i went to bed that night/morning thinking, wow, pam is so much fun. why am i not with someone who is fun, as opposed to head-fucky? nothing happened, though the next day i met my then-girlfriend at the next stop on the tour. we had perhaps our all-time, worst-ever evening together - it involved a bunch of fanzine kids and indie rockers ganging up on me for two hours lambasting me for Careless Talk and stuff, and i was too polite to tell these rude fucks (whose arguments seemed to go as far as 'Everett's old!' and 'why don't you feature my band/my mate's band?') to fuck off because they were friends of my girlfriend, and she was feeling like people only talked to her because i was her boyfriend, and it was all madness and not nice and yuk!

about a month or so later, the two most important people in my life just disappeared within a week of each other - my then-girlfriend just flaked out and dumped me but wouldn't discuss anything or return emails or answer phonecalls, and a week later my dad died. it was a tough time, and i just dropped out of work and stuff for a few weeks, to sort out the funeral and lots of other stuff. a month later, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs were playing a london show. i'd missed all the london shows a month earlier because of, well, everything, but had loved them at SXSW months earlier. Pam invited me to see them, and i decided i'd go.

i freaked out en route, couldn't face going to a big london show and meeting all the industry people i knew feeling the way i did. i called her and said i couldn''t do it, but she came and met me and walked me through it. we sat down and chatted, and i told her about my dad and everything. 'well, at least you've got your girlfriend to look after you,' she said. 'well, not exactly,' i replied. we really hit it off that night.

a few weeks later, we were at club kerrang! after a breeders gig. the next night i was supposed to go on a date with a colleague; pam took me aside at the club and said, 'what about you and i?' i said it wasn't a good idea, that i was still a mess and that i didn't want to harm our friendship.

ten minutes later we were all over each other, and twenty minutes later in a cab zooming back to my house. that was eighteen months ago. its been wonderful!

― stevie (stevie), Thursday, 8 January 2004 12:33 (twenty-two years ago)

I knew of him because of the magazine he edited. Before we met I thought he was mean and harsh and a snob, but I was still a bit fascinated by this person and read everything he wrote.

First time we met I went up to him and said hi and we talked a bit. Someone pointed him out to me, otherwise I'd never had known it was him, I had imagined some big, tall, scary person but he was skinny and had hair in his eyes and looked like he was in Orange Juice. He was kind and fun and shy and not mean or harsh at all. But at that time we were both in other relationships so it never even crossed my mind to be interested in him in any romantic way.

I then moved to the city where he lived, for different reasons, and my then-boyfriend was supposed to come with me but he didn't, and I was really sick & tired of him because of lots of things that had happened. Me and the skinny Orange Juice-lookalike person had mutual friends and started hanging out a bit. But he never showed any real interest in me at all. One evening we were at the same house party, we went out on the porch to smoke. His girlfriend had broken up with him a while ago, and he confessed to me that he was interested in this other girl. My heart sank, because I obviously didn't stand a chance.

But then I did the bravest thing I've ever done. I finished my drink very quickly, and then kissed him. We made out on the porch for hours. He forgot all about the other girl he'd been telling me about. The next day I broke up with my then-boyfriend over the phone. Me & Orange Juice-lookalike-person have now been together for over three years and we live together.

― Hanna (Hanna), Thursday, 8 January 2004 13:24 (twenty-two years ago)

on a meat market. he picked me out of all the other cows! ;-)

― nathalie (nathalie), Thursday, 8 January 2004 13:39 (twenty-two years ago)

What does "whited" mean? It doesn't sound very sexy.

― Markelby (Mark C), Thursday, 8 January 2004 13:44 (twenty-two years ago)

let's have some non-media-centric ones.

'he picked me out of all the other work experience girls. within a month i was reviewing books and had all the free make-up i could eat'

'whitied' = 'fettled'

― Enrique (Enrique), Thursday, 8 January 2004 13:47 (twenty-two years ago)

It means that you've had a little too much to smoke!

― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Thursday, 8 January 2004 13:53 (twenty-two years ago)

Sounds charming.

― Markelby (Mark C), Thursday, 8 January 2004 13:53 (twenty-two years ago)

I still wonder if 'fettled' belongs only to me and about 20 other people. It's a Cambridge thing. So if Pink has heard it, I'm not insane.

― Enrique (Enrique), Thursday, 8 January 2004 13:55 (twenty-two years ago)

Well, erm, sorry dude, you're on your own! ;-)

― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Thursday, 8 January 2004 13:56 (twenty-two years ago)

Got rather drunk on gin and burbled "shall we give it a go then".

― Sarah (starry), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:00 (twenty-two years ago)

HAHA I really cannot remember anything else about that night!!!

― Sarah (starry), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:00 (twenty-two years ago)

I wonder what happened. I don't think we gayed up. I had known her for a wee while before that. She keeps an unclean house.

― Sarah (starry), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:00 (twenty-two years ago)

she worked with my roommate, who regaled her with all these stories of the blue/green-haired punk that he lived with, so she came out to visit. we took her to "Spike & Mike's Sick & Twisted Festival of Animation".

jeez, this was over 4 years ago...

― Kingfishee (Kingfish), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:09 (twenty-two years ago)

I was sitting on the kerb reading the NME. She asked me the time. I gave it to her. She walked on. We were both attending the same meeting, five minutes later. I think we both knew this when she asked the time. It was terribly awkward.

― Enrique (Enrique), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:17 (twenty-two years ago)

Enriquw that is the indiest thing ever.

― Ricardo (RickyT), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:19 (twenty-two years ago)

I was sitting on the kerb reading the NME. She asked me the time. I gave it to her

that's almost craig david !

― ken c (ken c), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:20 (twenty-two years ago)

xpost, who isn't indie by any means of course

― ken c (ken c), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:20 (twenty-two years ago)

I wrote a rave review of one of her albums on my blog and called her God. She rather liked being called God and emailed me to say so. Nothing like getting off to a good start, eh? ;-)

― Phoebe Dinsmore, Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:22 (twenty-two years ago)

Enriquw that is the indiest thing ever.

boo-yah! achieved! can't remember who was on the cover, but it was the first week of september 1998. we were both dressed as indie as possible, too.

― Enrique (Enrique), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:25 (twenty-two years ago)

Funny, my post above is regarding something that happened almost a *year* prior to the post. Since that post, I kind of dated someone for like 3 weeks or something. I haven't really had a "lover" (gah, I hate that word) in over 2.5 years.

― Sean (Sean), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:34 (twenty-two years ago)

this thread is totally depressing.

― Emilymv (Emilymv), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Hmm, I think I cited that "2.5 years" figure ages ago. I honestly don't even know how long it's been.

― Sean (Sean), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:37 (twenty-two years ago)

why, emily?

― Enrique (Enrique), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:37 (twenty-two years ago)

in a "how come that never happens to/with me?" way maybe

― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:43 (twenty-two years ago)

If you havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son...

seriously, though: just do what i did. works every time.

― Enrique (Enrique), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:47 (twenty-two years ago)

Somehow I doubt that sitting in the gutter reading NME is likely to too many hot ladies, though.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:49 (twenty-two years ago)

Certainly not if you're sitting on the steps in Bonn Square...

― Phoebe Dinsmore, Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:50 (twenty-two years ago)

i tried sitting on the kerb reading Razzle once - that way they wouldn't think i was gay. STILL no luck, wtf?!

― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:51 (twenty-two years ago)

hola, phoebe, no, it was broad street! fuck, though, have we met?

― Enrique (Enrique), Thursday, 8 January 2004 14:57 (twenty-two years ago)

He was a friend of friends who I occasionally saw down the pub. We were sat in a corner in a not-that-nice nu-metal bar; I started touching his leg in a 'my hand might just be resting on you because we're sat next to each other, honest' type way. He started doing the same to me, then we started holding hands.

― caitlin (caitlin), Thursday, 8 January 2004 15:17 (twenty-two years ago)

You started holding hands before even speaking to eachother? I can't decide whether that's great or horrible.

― Sean (Sean), Thursday, 8 January 2004 15:21 (twenty-two years ago)

Well, no, we already sort of knew each other and were on speaking terms. The bar we were in was far too loud to hold a conversation in, though.

― caitlin (caitlin), Thursday, 8 January 2004 15:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Is that the one that used to be legends? if so they advertised it with a poster of fred durst when it first opened, nuff said.

― leigh (leigh), Thursday, 8 January 2004 15:32 (twenty-two years ago)

It was Opium. Can't remember what it used to be called - it's on Cowgate just by George IV Bridge.

― caitlin (caitlin), Thursday, 8 January 2004 15:35 (twenty-two years ago)

Phoebe, I thght you'd quit ILX. ;-)))))))))

― nathalie (nathalie), Thursday, 8 January 2004 15:37 (twenty-two years ago)

AHA! A new identity revealed!

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 8 January 2004 15:48 (twenty-two years ago)

Alas, even my resoluteness is no match for the evil demon known as "a quiet day at work" ;-)

― Phoebe Dinsmore, Thursday, 8 January 2004 15:50 (twenty-two years ago)

You must fight the evil. Alternately, could you leave?

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 8 January 2004 15:55 (twenty-two years ago)

Well they haven't locked me in as far as I can tell; even if they did there is still the window, but I'm on the third floor which is higher than you think because Pond Street is an extremely steep and sloping street. Then again I can just about see one of our bathroom windows from the office, which is rather spooky.

― Phoebe Dinsmore, Thursday, 8 January 2004 15:59 (twenty-two years ago)

She was a platonic friend. We worked together and hung out a fair amount. She had dated one of my good friends for a long time, though they weren't together anymore. One night she knocked on my door at 3:30 in the morning. I opened it in my shorts, having been asleep. She said "I just got out of jail and I don't have anywhere else to go." I let her in. Somehow we ended up in the same bed at one point, though nothing happened. She slept on the futon in the living room that night.

Shortly afterward we were out having a drink after work, nothing unusual. We went back to my place after the bar closed, and were sitting on the futon talking about stuff. Next thing I knew we were making out.

― webcrack (music=crack), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:05 (twenty-two years ago)

Hahah I read my last post in this thread and want to die laughing now. What a tool I am.

― Trayce (trayce), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:11 (twenty-two years ago)

crikey

― the surface noise (electricsound), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:14 (twenty-two years ago)

Oh, I just mean how up there I'm all "la la friends with benefits fluffy bunnies" when the whole thing was a stinking crock of shite.

Still, happy days.

― Trayce (trayce), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:15 (twenty-two years ago)

i want to die laughing every time i think about posting on this thread.

― The Lady Ms Lurex (lucylurex), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:15 (twenty-two years ago)

I got with my current other half in the middle of thw WTC disaster, funnily. Took two more years before we started going out proper like, but umm.. no, this story probably shouldnt be spoken of in public oh dear.

― Trayce (trayce), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:18 (twenty-two years ago)

all i'm saying is that rainy has magical powers of matchmaking. if i posted anymore, everyone including me would either die laughing or die barfing.

― The Lady Ms Lurex (lucylurex), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:20 (twenty-two years ago)

awwwwww :)

― the surface noise (electricsound), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:21 (twenty-two years ago)

my last one? how? dunno.
things like that just kind of *happen* with me.
one minute it's the [choose one] hot tub/the car/the party/the conference/the drugs/the show/the conversation and then next thing i know.....

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:23 (twenty-two years ago)

alcohol and educational television.

― Ian Johnson (orion), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:25 (twenty-two years ago)

and heaps of bongrips.

― Ian Johnson (orion), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:26 (twenty-two years ago)

the morgue.

― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:29 (twenty-two years ago)

you seduced a morgue?

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:29 (twenty-two years ago)

aim low and you'll never fail.

― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:30 (twenty-two years ago)

damn.

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:31 (twenty-two years ago)

What if you have a bad sense of direction?

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:31 (twenty-two years ago)

get it in her eye again, ned?

― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:32 (twenty-two years ago)

See, THAT skeeves me where the me-with-bosoms Photoshop job does not.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:33 (twenty-two years ago)

Ned that was profound. My life in a nutshell.

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:34 (twenty-two years ago)

that last was xpost to "sense of direction" post

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:35 (twenty-two years ago)

*bows*

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 9 January 2004 05:36 (twenty-two years ago)

I was on a breezy little road trip with a few chums, when guess who happened to be walking near the Bangbus...

― Yeah Dude, Friday, 9 January 2004 05:38 (twenty-two years ago)

threadkillah!

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 9 January 2004 06:03 (twenty-two years ago)

He berated me on the phone for my bad direction giving skills, talking incessantly about Deee-Lite for a half hour, got really drunk and grabbed my tits in front of 5 people, and then practically threw up on Yanc3y Str1ckler. I immediately decided to wholeheartedly pursue this relationship.

― Allyzay, Friday, 9 January 2004 15:28 (twenty-two years ago)

ten months pass...

hey everyone should update this thread with stories of how all the above worked out in the end. r u all still at it? who's split up? who's still mad 4 each other? who's, er, diovorced? (no-one i hope)

hey i really want to know what became of that soap opera-esque
PETE B situation?? come on pete where's episode 2?

― piscesboy, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 13:50 (twenty-one years ago)

this thread is indeed a classic.

― toby (tsg20), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:14 (twenty-one years ago)

i'm glad it's not weird.

― ken c (ken c), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:36 (twenty-one years ago)

she walked into the room and i knew she was the one.

i immediately pulled out of her mother and went over to introduce myself.

but really, this is a very nice and warm and fluffy thread. good for everyone!

― d.arraghmac, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:37 (twenty-one years ago)

married

― Porkpie (porkpie), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:42 (twenty-one years ago)

Amused

― alix (alix), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:43 (twenty-one years ago)

Still going strong over here.

Matt and I first kissed in the middle of an argument about whether childbirth was more painful than being kicked in the balls, IIRC. I think I might have kissed him just to shut him up. Then we watched BBC Learning Zone under a blanket.

A week later, we met after work in Borders then went and got very drunk. We kissed again, at the corner of my street, and it seems like he never really went home. It's been nearly 4 years now :)

― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:46 (twenty-one years ago)

Archel I am just confused or is Matt Coastaltown your Matt?

― jocelyn (Jocelyn), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:49 (twenty-one years ago)

still going on strong here too

― stevie (stevie), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:51 (twenty-one years ago)

No, un autre Matt. He'd be my second choice though ;)

― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:54 (twenty-one years ago)

matt was OTM, btw.

(kiddin)

― ken c (ken c), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:55 (twenty-one years ago)

Still going, stronger - we live together and can talk about commitment and stuff without her blanching*

*not every time, at least

― Jesus Christ, Paraplegic (Mark C), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:56 (twenty-one years ago)

kiddin' re: childbirth, i mean. he obv was, on the money, in other respects.

― ken c (ken c), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:56 (twenty-one years ago)

Haha.

― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 14:58 (twenty-one years ago)

we're hangin' in there.

― stockholm cindy (Jody Beth Rosen), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:00 (twenty-one years ago)

jesus, this thread is a shock - i was a state back then. you'll be pleased to hear we're still together, nearly 2 years later, and very happy. neither of us have much to do with the other girl anymore, which it turned out was really for the best. so there you go - a mostly happy ending.

sorry, episode 2 not quite so thrilling (i did try and invent a big fictional soap-opera style episode 2 for your entertainment, but it wasn't really coming off).

― pete b. (pete b.), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:01 (twenty-one years ago)

obviously ths other girl was more of an ILM person

― d.arraghmac, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:05 (twenty-one years ago)

hey I love ILM! she was actually more of an ILB person. Except I like ILB too. So.

― pete b. (pete b.), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:10 (twenty-one years ago)

maye she's into chatrooms. either way...

― d.arraghmac, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:20 (twenty-one years ago)

This is SO Ghanaian!

― B.A.R.M.S. (Barima), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:28 (twenty-one years ago)

It was terrifying, more like.

Still together and twee as toast. He came to London and we moved into our first shared home a month ago, and it's pretty good. It's nice not to separate at the end of the weekend, but he's exposed to all my grumpiness now.

― Liz :x (Liz :x), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:30 (twenty-one years ago)

i plied her with sparkling wit, sparkling wine and sparkling episodes of 24. worked rather well. six months later and we are thinking of having a child i mean takeaway.

― Frankenstein On Ice (blueski), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:34 (twenty-one years ago)

It's all good and we are in that dimes-in-the-rock-tumbler stage where we've rubbed away most of each other's abrasive edges: she knows how to read me when I'm writing, I know how to recognize when she's getting stressed from being overworked; I don't mind her not being here for holidays, and she realizes sometimes I just have to roast one chicken after another until I figure out what I'm trying to figure out.

― Tep (ktepi), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:41 (twenty-one years ago)

She realizes that sometimes when I paint I get flecks of paint all over the carpet, and I realize I damn well better not do that.

― Tep (ktepi), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:43 (twenty-one years ago)

I met her in the online meat market that is nerve.com personals. It's amazing it's worked out as well as it has. Three and a half years and counting.

― Pears can just fuck right off. (kenan), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:46 (twenty-one years ago)

MARRIED TWO YEARS, COMING UP ON 8 TOGETHER. STILL GREAT.

― Big Baby Bingo (Chris V), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:52 (twenty-one years ago)

i think nate's story was sweet.

― ken c (ken c), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:53 (twenty-one years ago)

Ghana is the most twee place I've ever lived in, dude.

― B.A.R.M.S. (Barima), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:00 (twenty-one years ago)

photoshop wins teh ladies

― trigonalmayhem (trigonalmayhem), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:02 (twenty-one years ago)

Still together! 6 years and counting! :-D

― Sarah McLusky (coco), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:07 (twenty-one years ago)

http://www.trigonalmayhem.com/photoshopforlovers.jpg

― trigonalmayhem (trigonalmayhem), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:10 (twenty-one years ago)

ghana sounds sweet

― ken c (ken c), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:11 (twenty-one years ago)

do I really have to give an update? this thread makes me sad. you work out the rest.

― jill schoelen is the queen of my dreams! (Homosexual II), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:11 (twenty-one years ago)

we were set up & met blindly. The people setting us up were our exes who had started dating one another.

― kelsey (kelstarry), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:17 (twenty-one years ago)

that's kind of depressing/incestuous

also was this not supposed to be a haha thread?

― trigonalmayhem (trigonalmayhem), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:25 (twenty-one years ago)

six months later and we are thinking of having a child i mean takeaway.

Six months already? Crikey.

Stevie's story warms my heart. Wuv!

My story: I played "Shack Up" by A Certain Ratio mistakenly (I pressed the wrong button, although I was intending on playing it later, just not at that point) at a club at which I was playing records, and apparently this girl asked the guy on the door who I was as a result of the song "making her night". The following night I was at another gig and she came up and said hello and told me the above, and then said goodbye and that was that. "Good taste," I thought. Then two nights later I was at another gig meeting friends, and I walked into the venue and there was the same girl, again, *talking to my friends*. We smiled. we talked a lot. We got drunk. We talked more. The band made us deaf. The booze made me strong enough to ask for her number. We texted, then emailed a million million words for a week. She managed to get hold of hen's-teeth tickets for a sold-out gig (not telling you who) at a beautiful central London open-air venue a week after we met. We kissed during the encore. We've been inseparably together from that exact second. 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, 30 November 2004 16:25 (twenty-one years ago)

*sniff*

― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:28 (twenty-one years ago)

I am sad now too :(

― jocelyn (Jocelyn), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:29 (twenty-one years ago)

This thread does kind of make the lonliness a bit more acute.

: (

― trigonalmayhem (trigonalmayhem), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:31 (twenty-one years ago)

It's an emotional rollercoaster!

― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:33 (twenty-one years ago)

I think this is a nice thread, but it does make me sad.

― Cathy (Cathy), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:36 (twenty-one years ago)

cheer up guys click here.

Halo 2

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas Announced

Help me plan my (elaborate) Halloween costume for '05 WAY in advance.

Playground rhymes

bye loneliness!

― ken c (ken c), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:37 (twenty-one years ago)

i think of it as more serendipitous than depressing or incestuous, trig. then again, i'm the most in love i've ever been & in the midst of it while you're free to be more judgmental about it.

― kelsey (kelstarry), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:49 (twenty-one years ago)

oh
well that's good then

I just try to avoid ever getting involved with friends or their friends
because it usually destroys social lives in the fallout

― trigonalmayhem (trigonalmayhem), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:51 (twenty-one years ago)

WHEN WE GET MARRIED
GRAVITY WILL CHANGE
THE UNIVERSE WILL OPEN
HUMANS WILL TRAVEL INTO SPACE
NOW, WHEN WILL WE GET MARRIED ?
WHEN THE TYRANT GETS A DIVORCE !
START THE DIVORCE PROCEEDINGS
THE TYRANT HAS BEEN MARRIED TO LONG
SHOP FOR A QUICK DIVORCE
DISCOVER HOW GRAVITY IS CREATED
BRING DOWN THE TYRANT
WITH GRAVITY
BRING DOWN THE TYRANT
WITH GRAVITY
SHOPPING FOR INVENTIONS
SHOPPING FOR MEDICATIONS
LABELING IN PLAIN ENGLISH
WOULD HELP SPEED THINGS UP
RECENTLY TAKEN MEDICATIONS
ESOTERIC SELF IS MIRRORED IN MANY
SEARCHING THE INTERNET
FOR MEDICATIONS - INVENTIONS
HELP USELESS SUFFERING
BY ILL INFORMED SHOPPERS
ALIEN TO ANATOMY AND PHYSIOLOGY
BECAUSE THEY DON'T STUDY
POWER OF THE BRILLIANT THOUGHT
KNOWING WHERE TO FIND THEM
WRITTEN OUT IN ENGLISH
NOT POSTSCRIPT AND ACROBAT
HALF YOUR MONITOR IN JAPANESE
LOST HALF YOUR RESEARCH ALREADY
POSTSCRIPT AND ACROBAT STIFLES
FINDING THE BRILLIANT ARTICLE
GOVERNMENT DATA BASES
STIFLE THE INVENTOR DEEPLY
INSTANTLY CONVERT JAPANESE - NO
ABSOLUTELY NOT
MANAGER WANTS YOU TO LEARN JAPANESE
THIS DELIRIOUS SEARCH IS A TRAGEDY
KNOWLEDGE BASE IS OBSERVED FAST
INTELLECT IS AROUSED SEARCHING
FOR A WAY TO TRAVEL FAST
ENERGY USED IS ALL MENTAL
GOAL IS TO ACHIEVE THE MIRACLE
NOT TO LEARN JAPANESE
(BUT TO MARRY A JAPANESE MD PHD)
BUT TO READ YOUR SEARCH RESULTS
ROMANCING THE BRIGHTEST WOMEN
LIGHT YEARS DOWN RANGE
ARE NOW ON THE INTERNET
LOOKING FOR MR GOODBAR INVENTOR
G. JEANETTE LOVEJOY, MD., PH.D.
ROMANCING THE WOMEN PROFESSOR
BLAST OFF COUNT DOWN IS GOING
BLAST OFF COUNT DOWN IS GOING
INTELLIGENT WOMEN ARE AROUSED
GOAL IS TO ACHIEVE LIGHT YEAR TRAVEL
BILLION OF PROBLEMS
NEED TO BE SOLVED
NEW BOOKS ARE COMING OUT
NEW MOVIES ARE COMING OUR
COLUMBUS SAILS TO NEAREST STARS
EARTH'S KINGS ENGAGED IN WARS
EMPTY SPACE EATS AT THE KING
HIS LIGHT YEAR TRAVELS ARE IMPOSSIBLE
RUTHLESS LIEUTENANTS ERRORS
ABUSE OF INTELLIGENT WOMEN
CHOOSE BETWEEN GOD AND COUNTRY
IN THE WAR
NEW YORK TIMES SAID GOD IS DEAD
SO THEY WORKED BUILDING
NUCLEAR WEAPONS
THE UNIVERSE IS DEAD
TO HUMAN TRAVELS ANY TIME SOON
WHEN WILL WE GET MARRIED ?
WHEN THE TYRANT GETS A DIVORCE
START THE DIVORCE PROCEEDINGS
TYRANT HAS BEEN MARRIED TO LONG
KEEPING EARTH GLUED DOWN IN WAR
ATOM TO ATOM TALK IS ESOTERIC
UNRAVEL THE SUBATOMIC GOINGS-ON
IN THE MEMORY B CELLS
KILLER T CELLS IN THE IMMUNE SYSTEM
HELPER T CELLS ARE PRESENT ON THE NET
EXPOSE GRAVITY'S ROMANCE
WITH THE WOMEN BUILDING
OUR MARRIAGE WILL CHANGE ALL
GRAVITY WILL BE UNDER MANS CONTROL
TYRANTS WILL BE IN A FORCE FIELD
GRAVITY CURTAIN NOT A IRON CURTAIN
G. JEANETTE LOVEJOY, MD., PH.D.
ROMANCING THE WOMEN PROFESSORS
GIVE HER A NEW UNIVERSE
WITH HUNDREDS OF SHIPS SAILING
INTO STARRY STARRY NIGHTS

WHEN WE GET MARRIED
COPYRIGHT GREG BUELL
PO BOX 1113
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― TOMBOT, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:53 (twenty-one years ago)

this thread is kind of sad, for the single ones amongst us. i am still trying to pull/hit it off/seduce my current lover.

― Ronan (Ronan), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:54 (twenty-one years ago)

x-post
kelsey I know a lot of people who have met that way and it always seems to work out quite well.

― jocelyn (Jocelyn), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:54 (twenty-one years ago)

i am thinking of asking out the girl who works at my eyeglasses store. that would be a story, i guess.

― mark p (Mark P), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:58 (twenty-one years ago)

sorry i was so crabby about it, trig. i guess i'm more defensive about it than i realize sometimes. so far things are working out in a really wonderful way . . . and i think it's in part b/c the exes (who are actually no longer together) knew both of us so well. my ex is one of my best friends, actually. but i'm not unaware of the weirdness...

― kelsey (kelstarry), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:11 (twenty-one years ago)

I met my girlfriend at a party thrown by my ex and her husband, where I was catering, kelsey -- don't worry, it's not that odd. It just sounds odd because of sitcoms.

― Tep (ktepi), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:22 (twenty-one years ago)

I am thoroughly depressed now.

― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:24 (twenty-one years ago)

don't be depressed!
just take my advice!

http://www.trigonalmayhem.com/photoshopforlovers.jpg

― trigonalmayhem (trigonalmayhem), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:25 (twenty-one years ago)

Stop being depressed!

There's no reason for single people to be depressed by non-single people. One condition is not better than the other.

― Tep (ktepi), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:26 (twenty-one years ago)

Then give me your girlfriend!

― oops (Oops), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:28 (twenty-one years ago)

I can't pay the rent on this place by myself!

― Tep (ktepi), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:29 (twenty-one years ago)

No no, it's not that.

― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:30 (twenty-one years ago)

I'm vaguely envious. Dumb Luck better kick in soon but then like the drifter I was born to walk alone.

― jel -- (jel), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:30 (twenty-one years ago)

but photoshop is fun!
and you can show off your wit and express your love through it!

― trigonalmayhem (trigonalmayhem), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:31 (twenty-one years ago)

then why, luna?
btw . . . thanks, tep!

― kelsey (kelstarry), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:34 (twenty-one years ago)

Not my last pull by any means, but probably the last person I've actually called a girlfriend. It was about 18 months ago, I had got on the wrong nightbus and consequently was at Whitehall at far too late an hour. I sat next to her at the bus stop, she asked me if I had a cigarette, I said no, but we started talking anyway. She'd recently arrived from Australia, and had just come over to this country, so there was plenty of room for small talk. It was freezing and we were both kind of wrecked so we ended up huddling together for warmth and then started kissing. When we stopped I 'suddenly realised' my bus was pulling away from the stop. So she let me get her bus home instead.

We went out a couple of times, it never really took off properly and fizzled out. Then two months later I turned up at her house, made an excuse about having lost her phone number and bottling it until then, which led to her breaking it off with her new boyfriend. A couple of months later on her birthday she drank way too much wine, took me to a dreadful party with a load of coked-up Aussies, shouted at me and then threw up everywhere. A few days later I split up with her in Green Park after starting a thread on ILE asking how I should dump her. I won't be doing that again.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:35 (twenty-one years ago)

TEH SMOOTHIE

― Frankenstein On Ice (blueski), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:38 (twenty-one years ago)

I remember that thread where Matt asked for dumping advice!

― jel -- (jel), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:40 (twenty-one years ago)

at a cast party
(with an ex waiting for me)
she and I made out

fourteen years later:
four cats and two kids, a house,
laughter, tears, et cet

― Haibun (Begs2Differ), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:41 (twenty-one years ago)

Mostly thinking about stories about how I've met people in the past. I dunno - eh.

Also, I r a photoshop retard.

― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:43 (twenty-one years ago)

thank fuck for t'internet is all i can say!

― Frankenstein On Ice (blueski), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:45 (twenty-one years ago)

we should have an ILX photoshop t1pz thread where people ask for hep photoshopping

― trigonalmayhem (trigonalmayhem), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:48 (twenty-one years ago)

God, I remember that thread. Did you do it as the thread said?

― Dave B (daveb), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:53 (twenty-one years ago)

Or one where we ask for photoshop to hook us up with other ILXors/famous celebrities/both

― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:56 (twenty-one years ago)

Seems like one's mate is always chosen and all marriages are arranged.

Totally true in my case. Various mutual friends decided we would like each other, told each of us about the other, and introduced us at a big party the paper I work for throws every year. A week or two later I dropped in where she worked and drank about two pots of decaf while working up the nerve to ask her out. I did, she said yes, and a year later we said "I do." We barely know any of the folks that introduced us anymore; that was eight years ago.

― Formerly Lee G (Formerly Lee G), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:59 (twenty-one years ago)

Dave the thread in question turned into a discussion of gigantic swelling Hulk penises so any advice was probably best avoided.

However, "never break up near a comedy-sized frying pan" is the wisest thing Mark S has ever said, and he has said many a wise thing.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 18:05 (twenty-one years ago)

My best friend from high school introduced us; they were both involved in the local community theatre. During the summer of 1983 she was one of the guys — hanging out together, playing Dig Dug and Joust down at the Jr. Food Mart (aka Jr. Mood Fart, natch), bowling and movies in Tupelo. By the end of the summer, both my high school friend and I figured out that she was a GURL and started crushing on her. He was more pushy, I was quieter and a better listener, so the harder he worked at winning her over, the more she retreated from him and hung out with me. She was pretty pissed off that the group dynamic had changed and she couldn't be just one of the gang anymore without the boy-girl tension creeping in, but time passed and she couldn't seem to get rid of me. I took her to see B.B. King at Ole Miss in September and we had a good time. We were spending a lot of time together on the weekends — I was an hour away at college during the week. One Saturday night in late October we went to see "The Big Chill," and went back to her house and talked a lot about Us and The Relationship and stuff, and by the end of the night we realized we were a couple. It sounds kind of junior-high, but this was my first big romantic relationship and close to the first for her as well. Next May 25th will be our 20th wedding anniversary.

― I Am Curious (George) (Rock Hardy), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 18:35 (twenty-one years ago)

:-D

― Sarah McLusky (coco), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 18:36 (twenty-one years ago)

Now I call that spiff. :-)

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 18:40 (twenty-one years ago)

They call me the ball-dropper: ...for every pull I've made (not many) there's been at least twenty-five total cock-ups.

I don't mean heartbreaking tragedy here; I'm talking about the stupid shit. Like: accidental cock-blocks (looking at you Ander-suck!), mis-read signals, etc.

Is there a thread for that? All these success stories (and/or emotionally character building tragedies) are making me lonely. I need light-hearted commisseration. Please.

― giboyeux (skowly), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 18:51 (twenty-one years ago)

We met a few years ago at a Bettie Serveert gig. I had to interview Carol (hah! Not Bettie). She's a hottie btw. My friend tagged along pretending to be a photographer. I realized he wasn't taking any pics but I couldn't say anything. Luckily he noticed it and then started snapping pix. ANYWAY at the gig I met my husband - who was a friend of my friend who tagged along. He was with his then-girlfriend. I didn't really acknowledge him all that much since I was too shy. Apparently he did. Years later I went to a club where I met him again. Didn't recognize him, I was too shitfaceddrunk. :( He talked to me but I don't remember anything of the conversation. So ANYWAY the next week I went to Ten Days Off. He caught my eye (finally!). I asked him if he would be coming the next day (or rather night). He did. I did. A month later he moved in. Now we're married! YAY! Some will remember freaking out on IM about him.

― stevie nixed (stevie nixed), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 18:56 (twenty-one years ago)

Ugh, this thread just reminded me of my last "relationship". I'd been here a few days - my family and I flew in 2 days before last X-Mas and at the end of that week, went to a lunch where I met her. I was bored and she seemed the most attarcative of the few young girls in the room, which wasn't saying too much. Our families (predictably) know each other, and we were introduced briefly. I thought nothing of it. 300km and 4 days later, she told one of my cousins, who was her friend, that we'd met and the next day, we're all hanging out. I was in a pretty weird mood, since it was slowly dawning on me that I'd be here for a year, steadily losing it (I haven't yet, surprisingly), so I spent the day flirting outrageously with her to the extent that a relative of hers we ran into thought we were getting married (no joke). I still thought nothing of it. In a suprise twist, that weekend, we flew back to Accra and sat together. At this point, I'd bascially gone into "que sera mode". It took us half an hour (the length of the flight) to start making out(I assured her my dad couldn't see us). We met up the next day and agreed to take it easy (after some hot passionate action ensued), seeing as we'd have the aforementioned 300km between us after the following week, I was fresh back in Ghana, she'd just left someone etc. So, imagine my suprise when she started calling me almost daily for a month and acting all girlfriendly and possessive. Eventually, I lost my phone only to have her show up at my home a few times and try to embarass me in front of friends and relatives. Thankfully, I haven't seen her in 6 months and somewhere, God is laughing at me.

― B.A.R.M.S. (Barima), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 19:00 (twenty-one years ago)

whatever happened to nate doe?

― ke[hm, Tuesday, 30 November 2004 19:40 (twenty-one years ago)

He's sitting next to me. In honour of the upcoming elections, he's abstaining for another four years. He says to tell you "In '08, The Doe is coming. Word."

― B.A.R.M.S. (Barima), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 19:59 (twenty-one years ago)

he gave me his old VCR

― tokyo rosemary (rosemary), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 07:14 (twenty-one years ago)

Ugh. What a depressing thread to revive.

I guess I'm in the lonely and miserable "divorced" camp. It lasted a year and a half, which is a new record for me.

― The Grain of Sand in Lambeth That Satan Cannot Find (kate), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 16:19 (twenty-one years ago)

there so so badly needs 2 be a misread signals thread,
as suggested upthread.

― piscesboy, Wednesday, 1 December 2004 17:06 (twenty-one years ago)

Your most spectacular failed pulling attempts, talk about them here

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 1 December 2004 17:15 (twenty-one years ago)

I don't know if I talked about my two-time ex up there but if I did, he seduced me away from his guitarist whom I was dating at the time. Four years later, it didn't work out between us either of the two times.

Of the two I have now:

-One I saw years ago in Austin. He was the best friend of my best friend's boyfriend and they kept trying to convince us to hookup. We gave in and had a very mutually satisfying sexual relationship. In the past few months we've reconnected via, *gasp*, MySpace and it's a little more involved this time around.

-The second, I dated last spring. He was a regular Friday night customer at the bar where I worked. I abruptly stopped seeing him when the ex wanted back with me. We reconnected recently after he popped up at a B0ys Named S ue show. *sigh*

― Miss Misery (thatgirl), Thursday, 2 December 2004 04:45 (twenty-one years ago)

i met her through an acquaintance, vaguely admired her from a distance for a number of months, saw her play a gig, decided she was awesome, then asked her out at the third gig of hers i attended. she's far more awesome than i originally thought, which is a very great deal.

― the surface noise (slight return) (electricsound), Thursday, 2 December 2004 04:52 (twenty-one years ago)

It was May 2003. I was seeing A. She'd just moved to a new place just off Brick Lane. When I got there, I failed to disguise my disappointment with the fact that the place was somewhat dirty and had no internet connection. (There was also some confusion about which slippers to wear in which rooms.) A. got angry and told me 'If you want to use the internet, go to Suzy and Ed's place instead!' She was angry and insistent, so I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed off for Suzy and Ed's place. Walking up Brick Lane, approacing the railway bridge, I passed a pretty Japanese couple. The girl walked straight up to me and said 'Excuse me, are you Momus?' She was H., a St Martin's graphic design student. I told her I was playing at the ICA soon. I was tempted to ask if I could come and stay with her right away, but didn't... after all, she had a very good looking male friend standing nearby. He turned out to be just her flatmate. Now H. lives with me in Berlin.

― Momus (Momus), Thursday, 2 December 2004 08:37 (twenty-one years ago)

Could I borrow your eyepatch sometime? There are a few pretty Japanese girls living in our building back in London that I'd quite like to hook up with.

― B.A.R.M.S. (Barima), Thursday, 2 December 2004 10:45 (twenty-one years ago)

i said "yo bitch, you gots to be mine!" and she agreed.

― titchyschneider (titchyschneider), Thursday, 2 December 2004 10:46 (twenty-one years ago)

Haha, Nick, say hello.

Barmy, when you back in London?

― suzy (suzy), Thursday, 2 December 2004 10:53 (twenty-one years ago)

Hopefully by X-Mas, failing that, by NYE. Flights out here are crazy booked. Which is doubly a shame because my dad's sister died last week, and while the funeral's in London in 2 weeks (small affair, she was a Witness), I'll have to be here and commemorate with my grandma instead.

― B.A.R.M.S. (Barima), Thursday, 2 December 2004 11:05 (twenty-one years ago)

(Not to derail further, but if I haven't sorted out a London or even a UK job by Feb, I may have to consider South Africa next)

― B.A.R.M.S. (Barima), Thursday, 2 December 2004 11:09 (twenty-one years ago)

ooch. mitchfap tho.

― Frankenstein On Ice (blueski), Thursday, 2 December 2004 11:12 (twenty-one years ago)

"mitchfap"?

(I've always found it funny how gurls/ladies etc are compelled to call me 'Barmy'. Funnier when you consider it rhymes with 'horny')

― ME SO BARMY (Barima), Thursday, 2 December 2004 11:50 (twenty-one years ago)

uh...

― Frankenstein On Ice (blueski), Thursday, 2 December 2004 11:58 (twenty-one years ago)

HI DERE AMAZING BARMY

― Frankenstein On Ice (blueski), Thursday, 2 December 2004 11:59 (twenty-one years ago)

i was disappointed when i found that barima doesn't in fact rhyme with rimmer.

― ken c (ken c), Thursday, 2 December 2004 12:00 (twenty-one years ago)

but it is pronounced 'burma' apparently. so no 'barimanilow' hilarity to be had.

― Frankenstein On Ice (blueski), Thursday, 2 December 2004 12:02 (twenty-one years ago)

Yeah. On the other hand, I sure do give those a lot.

xpost

― B.A.R.M.S. (Barima), Thursday, 2 December 2004 12:03 (twenty-one years ago)

And don't you mess, Steve Manymen.

― Mission of Barima (Barima), Thursday, 2 December 2004 12:06 (twenty-one years ago)

Mr Onions to you

― Frankenstein On Ice (blueski), Thursday, 2 December 2004 12:42 (twenty-one years ago)

So, Mr Oizo, wtf is a mitchfap?

― Fission of Barima (Barima), Thursday, 2 December 2004 12:50 (twenty-one years ago)

mitch is in saufafrika iirc

― Frankenstein On Ice (blueski), Thursday, 2 December 2004 12:51 (twenty-one years ago)

My last lover was a not-that-close friend. I went to the pub a couple of times a week, and occasionally he'd be there too.

Anyway, it was a Sunday night, and we'd been to the pub quiz at the Blind Poet. When it finished, someone suggested going on to a crap late-opening bar for a few more drinks.* When we got there, most of the group went off to the dancefloor, but me and him managed to find a seat; the place was busy, so we were squashed up together, and it was far too loud to talk.

I realised that his hand was subtlely touching my leg, and carefully moved my own hand so it was touching his. Slowly - I mean, millimetre by millimetre, it must have taken half an hour or more - we moved our hands until our fingers were intertwined. The whole time I didn't dare look at him, just in case it wasn't really happening, so kept staring straight ahead in front of me. When I finally dared turn my head towards him, I realised we both had the same "Oh my god wow!" expression in our eyes.

We stayed together for about five or six weeks, I think. It was last autumn.

(* Note for Edinburgh residents: Opium. Yes, I know.)

― caitlin (caitlin), Thursday, 2 December 2004 12:52 (twenty-one years ago)

mitch is in saufafrika iirc

Merci, Monsieur Mignon.

― B.A.R.M.S. (Barima), Thursday, 2 December 2004 12:56 (twenty-one years ago)

two years pass...

Great thread! Updates all round?

― kv_nol, Monday, 12 March 2007 14:49 (nineteen years ago)

erm, as it was all for a dare there was no consummation, but i was manually stimulated in turn by the girl i pulled and a boy who was also in the room, who wanted to see my knob in a fully erect state. alas, i had drunk far too much to get it all the way up (it still beat HIS even at 90%) and the full glory was spared. there were 3 boys and 3 girls in the room, all 3 boys and 1 of the girls were fully naked, and the other 2 girls were only wearing knickers. the night ended (after the naked girl upped sticks and headed off) with a wanking contest, the 2 remaining girls (whose idea it was) watching intently as we strived to bring ourselves to climax. it took me about twice as long as anyone else, mostly through fear of being struck by another's jet, being as i was in the centre of the three. throughout, i was made up in lipstick, rouge and a headband, and when i had been wearing clothes it had been drag. one of those ordinary student nights, then...

unfished business on Monday, March 12, 2007

― and what, Monday, 12 March 2007 14:52 (nineteen years ago)

cue new 'what a depressing thread' answers

― blueski, Monday, 12 March 2007 14:53 (nineteen years ago)

I dunno if I would be willing to date anyone who agreed to do something like that. :/ I am a prude though.

― jessie monster, Monday, 12 March 2007 14:53 (nineteen years ago)

― Masonic Boom, Monday, 12 March 2007 14:58 (nineteen years ago)

cue new 'what a depressing thread' answers

Actually yeah. Sorry all, I really wasn't thinking :(

― kv_nol, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:09 (nineteen years ago)

Her: ' I don't normally do this, but can I give you my phone number'

― Ed, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:10 (nineteen years ago)

Ed! Woohoo! Do tell us more!

― nathalie, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:13 (nineteen years ago)

I met him online – my last and greatest internet triumph.

― Alfred, Lord Sotosyn, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:14 (nineteen years ago)

It was just after coming off stage with Shimura Curves, so an old cliche endures.

― Ed, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:14 (nineteen years ago)

Shimura Curves: gets *everyone* involved with it laid, except me. :-(

― Masonic Boom, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:17 (nineteen years ago)

Oh god, just STOP CLICKING THE THREAD, YOU FULE.

― Masonic Boom, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:17 (nineteen years ago)

On a lighter note...

My last girlfriend was in my extended group of friends, but I only saw her occasionally and when we first met I was seeing someone else. Eventually over the course of a few weeks she was around a few times and we were hanging out alone a few times, but I was hesitant -- our shared friend had some vague interest in her in the past, and I wasn't sure what was going on. I ended up dropping her off at her car late one night and there was an awkward pause..

A couple weeks later, she was out drinking with coworkers and we met up. Sitting side by side at a table listening to her friend talking, we ended up holding hands. She turned and said, "I really want to go somewhere and kiss you." A minute later, I said her name and when she turned around I kissed her.

― mh, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:19 (nineteen years ago)

Too bad he didn't come on stage with Shimura Curves then :-(

― StanM, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:26 (nineteen years ago)

(xxpost, duh)

― StanM, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:26 (nineteen years ago)

I had a LJagger punchline, but xpost timing, moment has passed.

― Mark G, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:28 (nineteen years ago)

I dragged him home by his zip-up sweater pull and then kind of shrugged it off the next morning over brunch, which made him think I was really unavailable and independent, maybe? That worked until it became clear that I really crazy about him and not so unavailable after all, at which point it all stopped working. Possibly the best couple of months of my life while it was, though.

― Laurel, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:31 (nineteen years ago)

That worked until it became clear that I really crazy about him

All too familiar; seems this is usually the case.

― elmo argonaut, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:34 (nineteen years ago)

Five and a half years later I'm still with Emma and we still met the same way.

― Scik Mouthy, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:39 (nineteen years ago)

part one:

I went to visit my best friend Maggie here on MVI in the late 80's. She was always telling me about her friend Maria. They both worked at the Black Dog bakery. We went to Maria's family's house and I was immediately smitten. So cute and sexy. I kept staring at her like a maniac. I even took a picture of her! And i met her brother who was very tall and handsome and black. And I knew her mother was a lesbian firefighter in Montana. And i even got to see the massive thesis that Maria wrote at Wesleyan on East German women writers. And her family's house was really cool. All of this impressed me for some reason, and nothing ever impresses me. Mostly i just wanted to jump on her. But I didn't. I was very nice. And we went swimming in the ocean on Chappy and it's still the only time I've ever been there even though I live here now. I have pictures of that too! I went home to Philly.
Months and months later, Maggie & Maria came thru Philly on a road trip they were taking. I was really happy to see Maria. She told me she liked the Butthole Surfers. She was so friggin' adorable. We all got drunk at the Tank Bar at Fri, Sat, Sun restaurant and I, being 20 or whatever, started playing footsies with Maria under the table. Footsies! OMG! She reciprocated, that's all i knew. We ended up back at the apartment where I was living with my friend Lance. Maria and I volunteered to go get more beer. Right outside the door of the apartment she stopped and looked up at me and kissed me! We were there for a while. Later, when everyone was asleep we stayed up, um, getting to know each other. One thought I distinctly remember during that visit was: I COULD TOTALLY MARRY THIS PERSON. Then they left. I have pictures from that visit too.

― scott seward, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:41 (nineteen years ago)

I houseshared with her and she knocked on my door and asked if we were gonna have sex or what. It worked for me...

only lasted six months though and got really crappy towards the end.

― not--goodwin, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:41 (nineteen years ago)

part two:

Later still (same year though, maybe. 1989? something like that), I am home in Connecticut and my tradition at the time was to go to Maggie's family home and get really drunk. I went and Maria was there! Woo Hoo! With her new...Dutch boyfriend! Oh no. I was sad. He was really cute and funny. The only picture I have from that night is of me, Maria, and her boyfriend. I am smiling and holding a knife. They got serious. They got married in a green card marriage. They moved to Holland. All was lost. I always asked about her though. For years. And one year Maggie told me that Maria had gotten a divorce and moved back to the island. I couldn't believe it. I had my own ill-fated romances to attend to at the time though, so I couldn't spend that much time thinking about Maria. ( Haha, during a brief period in the early 90's I moved back to CT into a scary house with my brother and the only thing I had on the wall of my room was Maria's driver's license. She had left it in Philly apparently during her visit and I NEVER SENT IT BACK TO HER! What a weirdo. I would stare at it forever. My girlfriend at the time - a hard-drinking hellion - would ask me about it constantly and I told her that Maria was just, um, a friend. She knew better.)
Finally, at the end of the 90's, my last bad relationship was ending. I had kicked my crazy girlfriend out of the apartment after she fell in love on-line with a vampire from Canada, and I was sad. A month or two earlier I had actually tried to e-mail Maria, but Maggie had given me the wrong address. One day I got my mail and their was a postcard from Maria! She wanted to know what I was up to! She heard that I was writing for the Village Voice (Thanks, Chuck!). This wasn't in the postcard, but she had also heard from my other crazy girlfriend - the hard-drinking hellion - how I had her license on my wall all those years ago. The hellion had moved to MVI after we had broken up and later got to know Maria and she told Maria how jealous that license had made her. This intrigued Maria to no end. We started e-mailing each other furiously. We told each other everything. SERIOUS e-mail courtship. We went all out. We were impressing the hell out of each other. We talked on the phone. She came to visit! Oh, the anticipation. I cleaned for a week. She looked lovely. We were drugged. I cried at the airport when she left. She visited again. For an extended time. Then I went to the island and helped her pack her stuff and she moved to Philly to be with me. And we got married at a basketball game during half-time. And we had a kid. And then she dragged me back here to where it all began. And I love her.

― scott seward, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:41 (nineteen years ago)

i didn't know about the long post thing. you can't post anything too long, huh? oh well. it's all there now.

― scott seward, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:43 (nineteen years ago)

OMG. CUETEST EVER.

― jessie monster, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:43 (nineteen years ago)

squeee etc.

― jessie monster, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:44 (nineteen years ago)

holy crap! that is amazing!

― horseshoe, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:44 (nineteen years ago)

I love that story, especially the bit about the vampire from Canada.

― Nicole, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:45 (nineteen years ago)

Great story!

had kicked my crazy girlfriend out of the apartment after she fell in love on-line with a vampire from Canada,
had kicked my crazy girlfriend out of the apartment after she fell in love on-line with a vampire from Canada,
had kicked my crazy girlfriend out of the apartment after she fell in love on-line with a vampire from Canada,

― Mr. Que, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:47 (nineteen years ago)

ROMANCE IS NOT DEAD, DESPITE THE EXISTENCE OF CANADIAN VAMPIRES

― elmo argonaut, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:48 (nineteen years ago)

I was in the Zodiac in Oxford and my mate asked me if I'd like a drink. I answered in the affirmative. He went off to the bar. Ten minutes later he hadn't returned. I thought "bar must be busy". Twenty minutes later he had still not returned. I walked over in the direction of the bar. He wasn't there. I thought he must have gone home so I went back to where I had been standing before, not knowing quite what to do (no mobile reception owing to subtarrenean locale). Got talking to A. One of the first things I said was "you're not from round here. Are you Czech?", "Close" she replied. My second guess was Hungarian and got the right answer (Polish) on my third guess. She had been abandoned by her mates too but at least they said that they were just going to the upstairs bit of the club. I met them later as A. said she was leaving so I left too to walk home, A. called out from the taxi she had hailed with her mates M. and E.. We shared the taxi for the ridiculously short journey from the Zodiac to my flat, during which I was presumably being vetted for suitability by M. and E. Presumably they didn't say "You have zero quality control" to A., or if they did she ignored them, after I was dropped off, as she went for drinks for me the following evening in a pub which unbeknownst to me was also occupied by Johnney B and some of his mates. This was early to mid Jan this year.

― Grandpont Genie, Monday, 12 March 2007 15:53 (nineteen years ago)

I love that SS and Maria story. Worth the bump!

― kv_nol, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:05 (nineteen years ago)

I met my husband when we were in college. He was a friend of a friend, and I knew him slightly because I was his R. A. that year. He showed up at my room in the middle of the year looking for some information for someone else and wound up staying to talk for 3 hours. I remember my roommate coming back to the room just as he was leaving and she asked me, "uh, is that a guy you're interested in or...?" I think I said, "I don't know" - but I was totally lying, but also just didn't want to get into anything complicated because I was just done with that.

I left that weekend to go to the Peace Prize Forum in North Dakota and I got back to find a home made Valentine's Day card from him. (One of the things we had talked about was our mutual hatred of Valentine's Day.) I made him a card for National Grapefruit Month (did you know that February is National Grapefruit Month?) and then we just sort of started hanging out more and more. We got engaged the following November and then married after we had both graduated from college.

― Sara R-C, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:06 (nineteen years ago)

Scott redeems thread, universe.

― blueski, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:08 (nineteen years ago)

scott seward just made me cry
xpost
otm

― rrrobyn, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:16 (nineteen years ago)

scott & maria stories are always sweet

― Ms Misery, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:17 (nineteen years ago)

That Scott post(s) is the best thing ever ever ever.

― Scik Mouthy, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:23 (nineteen years ago)

OTM.

― Matt DC, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:26 (nineteen years ago)

love is never over

― river wolf, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:27 (nineteen years ago)

that is pretty freakin' incredible

― unfished business, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:28 (nineteen years ago)

Maybe I should join this Shimura Curves band to get laid, seems to work for even the the most desperate cases.

― suzy, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:44 (nineteen years ago)

We met at Uni, as his group of mainly male mates overlapped socially with the group of girls I hung out with so we would often end up at the same parties and gigs. I ignored him almost completely for three years because he was far too quiet for me, and not really my type. He spent the same three years nurturing a silent crush on me, apparently. Lord knows why.

After graduation I decided to Travel The World and the day before I left he organised a farewell surprise picnic for me + a load of my friends, during which he got drunk, threw me in the river and attempted to drown me, then casually asked me to send him a postcard once I got to Australia. This I did, and we started up a daily written correspondence which spanned three continents, several thousand miles, and lasted over five years (he's kept every single one of the letters I wrote him). Then I flew home and married him, which was the best decision I have ever made.

― C J, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:49 (nineteen years ago)

That's so romantic! This thread is now in danger of squeeeee overload!

― kv_nol, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:52 (nineteen years ago)

oh scott

― jhøshea, Monday, 12 March 2007 16:57 (nineteen years ago)

Donald and I both went to high school here on the Vineyard, but each thought the other was out of our league. Life moved on, we both left the island and had strings of other relationships. In 1984 my first son was two, I was pregnant with my second son, and my relationship with their father was in trouble. I went to ground— came back to the island and stayed with my parents until I could find a rental. They were getting their house painted, and suddenly, there was Donald again, on a ladder outside my bedroom. My kids' father followed me to the island, and Donald was involved with someone else too, so all that happened between us were tantalizing chance encounters. The thing with my kids' father limped on and on. Then one day, in the video store, while I was contemplating renting "The Man in Grey" with James Mason, Donald made his move. We talked about James Mason. Then he asked me if I wanted to write anything for a magazine he was thinking of starting. I swamped him with submissions. We met to talk about them. We met for coffee after I dropped the kids at daycare. We went to movies, art galleries. By then my kids' father was only spending one or two weekends a month with us. He was living in Boston, hated the island, was seeing other women. The relationship completely disintegrated. I cornered Donald and eventually forced him to marry me with threats and ultimatums.

― Beth Parker, Monday, 12 March 2007 18:05 (nineteen years ago)

got drunk, hooked up, woke up sober and were somehow not disgusted by each other

― deej, Monday, 12 March 2007 18:17 (nineteen years ago)

This is not a recommended method btw

― deej, Monday, 12 March 2007 18:21 (nineteen years ago)

beth's story could be a romance book

― Ms Misery, Monday, 12 March 2007 18:31 (nineteen years ago)

A lot of these could! I'm tempted to rip off everyone's stories and make a mint writing cheesy Nicholas Sparks-stylee romance novel versions of everything upthread.

― Nicole, Monday, 12 March 2007 18:37 (nineteen years ago)

I bought airline tickets from her. The trip was sorta complicated so I had to go back a few times. The last time she started showing me pictures of the kitty she'd just adopted and I figured I should prolly ask her out. so I did.

― The Cursed Return of the Dastardly Thermo Thinwall, Monday, 12 March 2007 18:44 (nineteen years ago)

I had broken up with my husband and Mister Monkey, who was a friend of ours, declared his love for me one night when he was helping me drown my sorrows in Edinburgh. Not long after that, he flew me to Vancouver to spend a week with him because he missed me on his world tour. And then he came back from his world tour and moved in with me. I don't know how I pulled him, as such. I still wonder.

― accentmonkey, Monday, 12 March 2007 18:48 (nineteen years ago)

Maria probably sold a 10-year-old me a cookie at the Black Dog.

― g®▲Ðұ, Monday, 12 March 2007 21:49 (nineteen years ago)

worked together

not recommended

― strongohulkington, Monday, 12 March 2007 21:52 (nineteen years ago)

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/342966874_7113795f72_o.png
(cred tom)

― Taking Cuddlestein Mountain by Strategy, Monday, 12 March 2007 22:21 (nineteen years ago)

I often wish I could tell this story. (when sober)

― Ronan, Monday, 12 March 2007 22:29 (nineteen years ago)

awww scott and maria story makes me hope that one day i will meet a dude who's not an asshole! but it also seems too fairytale to ever come true for me! /wah wah wah

supercuet, though guys! you two always make me smile!

― tehresa, Monday, 12 March 2007 22:51 (nineteen years ago)

we're all assholes, even the nice ones

― strongohulkington, Monday, 12 March 2007 22:55 (nineteen years ago)

Exactly a year and a day ago, I went to see Jordan C.'s brass band at the Green Mill with Nick and Kenan. Sometime in the second set, I got up to dance with this really cute girl who was hanging out with friends between the bar and our booth. During the set break, we went outside and talked. I was disappointed to find out she had a boyfriend, but her friends kept insisting on how she needed to break up with him and she seemed to agree. She seemed smart and curious and adventurous, and I liked that she could hold her liquor. I walked her home at the end of the night, got her number, and eight days later, we met for coffee. Eleven days after that, we had dinner, at which point I discovered that the boyfriend was history. We've been together ever since.

― jaymc, Monday, 12 March 2007 22:55 (nineteen years ago)

summer 1985 a woman I knew from freelance writing kept telling me she had "friends" she wanted to introduce me to but I've always been allergic to blindates/setups etc so I passed until she invited me to her birthday party at el interrnacional (later el teddy's) in tribeca NYC. at this point "friends" had become 1 specific friend but I wasn't expecting much. Arrived at the restaurant on the night in question and it was full of tequila'd yuppies so I turned around and started walking back home until I thought "c'mon mark don't be lame you came this far" so I went back to the restaurant and got directed to the private party room. my friend introduced me to her friend and whattya know she was cuet and also smart liked to read books etc so we talked awhile. suddenly she disappeared and I was like "ah typical of my luck she's probably a lipstick lesbian" so I started drinking in earnest until she reappeared all apologetic and sheepish "I'm not used to margaritas" and I was like "no PROBLEM" and wound up walking her home & getting her phone #.

and the rest, as they say is history. hahahaha.

we dated off-and-on for 4 years after that, ended up getting married and here we are today. for a long time I did wonder "what if I didn't go back to that party?" but hey life is too short to second guess yrself.

― m coleman, Tuesday, 13 March 2007 13:04 (nineteen years ago)

Wise man, sir.

― Ned Raggett, Tuesday, 13 March 2007 13:05 (nineteen years ago)

I hooked up with my latest girlfriend "by accident", only because I wanted to make another girl I had a one night with jealous. She was also in the club, picking up some dude. So I went for a really hot girl. We both felt like we were a couple the next morning. It was totally eeh.. cosmic. 4 years. now its over. Perhaps I could call the other girl?

― jonperson, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 03:16 (nineteen years ago)

I was joking with Monsieur Cutecute that our mutual friend was doing lines off Vietnamese orphans after friend mysteriously disappeared. Surprised it worked, more surprised Sarah Silverman didn't fart at me for stealing her bit.

― Abbott, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 04:42 (nineteen years ago)

Ooh - hadn't seen this thread. Lovely stories from Scott and CJ in particular. I might post mine later, but I warn you that it involves blood, vomit and a hospital. Wanna hear it?

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 09:56 (nineteen years ago)

As long as it's not going to be a Louis Jagger-type scenario...

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 10:00 (nineteen years ago)

Hardly...

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 10:02 (nineteen years ago)

post it! post it! post it!

― C J, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 10:12 (nineteen years ago)

Hello CJ! Yours is great btw!

I will - I have to talk to a man about a new job until lunch, but will try and do it later.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 10:14 (nineteen years ago)

Thank you :) It was an unusual courtship, that's for sure. Unusual is good though.

New job?? Negotiate that Beryl goes with you as part of the package!!

― C J, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 10:18 (nineteen years ago)

drinkdrankdrunk. very very drunk. or otherwise off my face. that's how i pulled everyone i ever pulled. not sure what that says about me. maybe i should make a goal to try and pull sober. seems unlikely though.

― gem, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 10:18 (nineteen years ago)

yay scott!

― That one guy that quit, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 10:21 (nineteen years ago)

there is hope in the world, um, perhaps.

― That one guy that quit, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 10:22 (nineteen years ago)

We knew each other since primary school, Mrs O joined at the age of 10 (Long Game Story Alert) after her family moved into my area. In secondary school were cooking partners in Food & Nutrition/Home Economics - we once forgot to put the oven on and discovered cold apple crumble at the end of class and sat through the lunch hour chatting as we waited for CAKE.
When I was 15-16 I had a paper round with a friend and Mrs O's house was the last one on the route so we used to stop for a cup of tea every now and then - usually on a Wednesday/Thursday when we would all devour Melody Maker, NME and Sounds.
She ended up dating my best friend and I dated hers. She used to run the school tuck shop and the four of us would skip classes and lock ourselves in the tuck shop and eat Flumps and Chelsea Whoppers and Double Lollies and occasionally smooch. At about age 17 we all kind of broke up and drifted apart or went to Uni or whatever but still occasionally all bumped into each other or met up for gigs.
One night, shortly after Mrs O's 18th birthday, I was in her neighbourhood and for some reason I decided to knock her door and see how she was doing. We hadn't seen each other for about 6 months but she seemed pleased to see me and invited me in. We had a really long chat into the wee small hours. She seemed a bit down after her birthday, she was still finding her feet and finding new friends at Uni and her old friends were scattered around the country and all partnered up.
I decided to cheer her up and called her a couple of days later and invited her to this:
http://homepage.ntlworld.com/andrew.mcdermid/images/oldposters/birdland.gif
(that's 20th Jan 1990 btw)
We were watching the band playing Hollow Heart and avoiding the dirty looks I was getting from one of my ex-girlfriends and we looked at each other and joined hands and then kissed. She told me that she'd fancied me forever. We got engaged in '93 and married in '95 and we're still mad on each other.

― onimo, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:10 (nineteen years ago)

Stories like that make my heart all happy.

― C J, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:20 (nineteen years ago)

See See Rider!!

― Mark C, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 11:23 (nineteen years ago)

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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