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4) at dinner mentions that the food is "much better than that crap they serve in the pen" 5) reveals that she was the founder of the Lorena Bobbitt fan club. |
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my worst date story is going to be hard to beat.
this happened way back around 1996 when i was on aol and would IM chicks that had interesting profiles. i Im'd this one chick that lived up in the san francisco area (I lived in LA). we chatted for a few months online and would also call each other several times a week on the phone. she seemed like a pretty cool chick and it felt like we were both into each other. hell, i even sent her a gift while I was down in costa rica for a couple of weeks, which really made her happy! so, eventually, we decide to meet. i made it pretty clear i'm not into partying anymore and that i'm basically a pretty quiet and shy guy and that i prefer to do things either on a one on one basis or in very small groups. she seemed to dig it and presented herself as being like minded as well. so, i fly up and she meets me at the airport with her girl friend (female friend morty, not lesbian lover). no big deal to me, as we've never met, and women are generally pretty paranoid, so i wasn't bothered by that. we then leave the airport and Pam pulls over at a liquor store to place a phone call on a pay phone. again, no big deal. as we are driving around the area with the two of them rocking out to some Jewel song, pam asks me if i mind that she stops at her dealers place to pick up some pot for this weekend's party that she's throwing! I'm like, 'uh, ok'. what i didnt realize (due to a severe lack of communication skills on her part) was that she had invited ALL of her friends over to her house for a two day party the weekend I was up there! Everyone was getting drunk, stoned and more than a few were doing coke. I spent most of the first day and night upstairs with her young son playing some nintendo games, and i hate nintendo games! i finally managed to fall asleep in the quietest room in the house, which was a bathroom tucked away somewhere upstairs. when i got up, the party was still going on as strong as it was the day before. i played some more video games that day with the kid, and pretty much was a dick to anyone else who came near me, especially pam. back then, i was a hell of a lot more sarcastic than i am now and was also pretty well trained in mixed martial arts (think cage fighting), so nobody really messed with me back. all in all, it created an atmosphere of a mutual hatred. now, as bad as things were, this is where it really got fun. you see, pam lived in a suburb of SF called colma. colma is known as the only city or town in the country that has more dead people in it than living. this is because of some weird law from back in the day that designated colma be the receptacle for dead people for that entire area. at around 11pm the second night, i decided to go for a walk around town and view some gravestones to cheer myself up. i was gone for around two hours or so, and as i was approaching pam's house, i could hear the party still raging on and on. then, as i got nearer to the house, a deathly stillness and silence enveloped the night. when i got to the driveway, it got so quiet you could hear the proverbial pin drop. perplexed, i worked my way to the door, where i found all my belongings (suitcase and backpack) out on the porch! i laughed and thanked them for a good time, thus finding myself homeless at 1 am on a friday night in a town full of dead people. it was surreal, to say the least. a few days later, when i made it back home, she emailed me asking if i could send her her pictures back to her. upon receiving them, she actually thanked me for not coloring her teeth black! reading a story like sal's little brother pulling his future wife's pants down in school really makes me wonder how sane women are, let me tell you! |
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come to think of it, that night i stayed at sal's house in PA while driving from CA to maine was a pretty weird date too!
between my girlfriend of the time screaming at me on the phone for no readily apparent reason (i called her saying i missed her and she responded by saying i was being mean) and the great drugS talking about horses for 9 straight hours then going off for a jog at 2 AM, that was a weird 'date'! but i digress. |
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That's what Discreet Cat would have done. If Jesus wears bracelets that read WWDCD --- why shouldn't you? |
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he strikes me as a horse that has a keenly high intelligence. |
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well, yeah. polite or nice? no! obviously his brother figured out at an early age that women respond more favorably to men/boys who treat them like crap then they do to guys who treat them nicely and with respect. of course, not all women are like that. just all the ones i've ever met, and all the ones my friends and acquaintances have ever met. |
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By the way, ever since i found out that jesus wears these bracelets, i've looked all over the internet for these things, but alas, my search has come up empty. since you hold the rights to these things, would you mind sending me at least one pair? |
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Not enough time or space to talk about the myriad of bad dates I have been on.
Im a magnet for thrice married women with at least three kids. Its a curse. |
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sal excluded of course. damn, there's one of those clever little shots i keep taking at him! anyways, as far as women and looks are concerned, it's my philosophy that when you are both 70, you arent going to give 2 craps about how your spouse looks. you'll be much more concerned about the quality of the person you've spent your life with. women, on the other hand, are concerned about things like whether or not a man is a 'good catch', to quote a recent post i saw on here |
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That came out wrong...what I meant was that he didn't seem to be the tool he turned out to be.
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wow, i'm not sure how to take this one. tool as in someone or something you can use? or tool as used synonymously with the word ahole or dick? if the former meaning, then wow! i hope that was sarcasm on your part! if the latter, he sure seemed like a tool to me! |
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The problem was, in the professional setting he was very different than the person he was outside of work therefore, I was a bit surprised by the way he truly was.
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i'd be more surprised if he hadnt been a tool outside of his professional life. by the way, that's a pretty cute photo in your avatar. who's that affectionate horse? and is that you the horse is snuggling up to? |
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