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Tallgirl posted 3/16/2019 05:57 AM

Ohhh so much choice. First Blind date and the conversion story.

steadychevy posted 3/16/2019 06:37 AM

I was never in a chain gang, Ceph.

Notthevictem posted 3/16/2019 19:00 PM

You ain't gotta lie to kick it steady.

Cephastion posted 3/17/2019 11:57 AM

Blind date... Full length version.

My mom used to have a best friend whose daughter would hang out with me as friends and nothing more. I don't exactly recall if this was eight or ninth grade for me but what I clearly recall is that we both had a healthy distaste for each other from any kind of attraction or romance standpoint.

But one day as I was visiting over at her house along with our respective moms visiting together, she was on the phone with a friend of hers that I had never met and the friend expressed significant interest in the voice that she heard in the background of another boy being around.

My friend ("B") laughed out loud so hard, knowing what the implication and interest was on the other end of the phone, but her friend (C) would not be dissuaded by B's enthusiastic and laughter-riddled criticism of me as a prospect for anything but comic relief an occasional relief from boredom as well.

C absolutely insisted on talking to me on the phone herself and of course this provided additional amusement for my our mutual friend who eventually gave in, much to her own personal amusement and disgust and staunch scepticism.

It was love at first sound byte. Well that's a bit exaggerated, but let's just say that C & Me saw things very differently than B about our prospects and one another than the kind of esteem that B held us and our potential future together in!

We exchanged phone numbers and discussed getting together over the next few weeks, marveling at how much we had in common and mutually expressing how much we both looked forward to seeing one another when the blessed time would arrive.

We also managed to exchange wallet-size photographs of one another via B, and as you might be able to tell from my narratives on here, I can be just as verbally self-deprecating as I can be confident or selling what I consider to be my good points. Meaning that I was trying to be as honest as possible on the phone, but still putting my best foot forward.

We both decided to meet at her school carnival thing that was going to be happening soon. I think my mom must have dropped me off for a few hours, since it was a very public venue and heavily attended by so many people. I do know that Mom wasn't anywhere in sight for the occasion however it was that I managed to get there and get back home.

I suppose I should note here, too, that our mutual friend B regretted that she could not attend the occasion, and therefore we were on our own. Although you could almost hear the laughter from wherever miles away my friend B was at echoing in my head.

We had each described what kind of outfit each of us was wearing so the other would know what to look for...The wallet photos we had exchanged were rather poor quality after all, and I think they were taken from a distance as well.

For the life of me, I could not find this girl, and since this was in the day of rotary phones, she apparently was also struggling to get into contact with me.

After a good while wandering around and me not knowing anybody that was there, a couple of young girls my age saw my touristy look and decided to inquire as to whether or not they could help me get where I needed to go or find who I needed to find.

These girls were REMARKABLY attractive, by the way, but I am a loyal sort, and I try to keep my word & commitments and also to greatly respect other people's feelings. I am not nor have ever been a player or an abuser of trust or lady's feelings.(Although that point might come into some question where the story about the "conversion" is concerned!)

As we searched for C, I felt it only fitting to humor my assisting investigators, and I did entertain a whim or two of theirs in the process of the search, out of my gratitude for their assistance in my cause.

At some point, I passed a certain person and got this awful feeling in my stomach. It was very much like a scripted thing that you might see in a story, because she seemed to have the almost identical reaction at the same, identical time as we both turned back to face one another after getting about 10-15 yards apart after passing directly by one another.

I realized all of a sudden that this was the girl I had been "dreaming of" and yet...This was not the girl that I had pictured in my mind's eye at all! And apparently the very same horrific realization also dawned on my blind date at the very same time regarding me!

My assistants politely excused themselves when they realized the mission was accomplished, and C and I proceeded to make the best of things. there was nothing that I could call unattractive about the girl exactly... But it was the shock of the difference between what I had pictured and what manner of creature presented herself before me in her place.

I almost wonder if this isn't a little bit of what Biblical Jacob went through when he woke up and found out that he was married to Leah instead of Rachel on his wedding night or morning after!

In any case, I was of no mind to hurt a lady's feelings, and I did my best to hide the shock and to proceed to treat her as a gentleman should. We held hands and proceeded to do various booth contests at the carnival thing, but after a while I decided that it was time to come clean or rather to give her the chance to be set free of her obligation 2 humor me.

I told her that I could tell that seeing the real me was something of a shock to her, and that this was her school carnival and not mine, and that she should be enjoying herself and feeling really fantastic about being there instead of feeling miserable or horrified. I said she had plenty of friends there, and that I wouldn't want her to have to explain or feel any more awkward than she already did, so she was free to go if she so desired.

With obvious great relief, I finally got to see a smile come across her face! And she gladly and enthusiastically accepted my release of her from the mutual commitment we had both bound ourselves to over the phone. She wasn't nearly as rude as that probably makes it sound, but the body language was screaming "free at last...free at last... thank God I'm free at last!" as she practically ran away into the comfort of her circle of friends off into the distance.

Since I didn't know anybody else that was there, I immediately began to feel rather out of sorts, since I had to wait for my mom to return and pick me up...or however I managed to get there.

However, much to my great relief and delight and surprise, it seems that my two erstwhile assistants had been stalking the situation from a distance to see what the outcome of our finally meeting one another would be!

Once they realized that we had so quickly parted our ways, they came right back to me to resume their role as guides!

I must say it was nothing but happiness for the three of us at the time, even though I've never before sported more than one possible romantic interest prospect so brazenly in the presence of another at the same time in the same place! But this was their decision not mine, and I was happy to be so eagerly and enthusiastically "competed" over for their separate and yet mutual attentions to be paid.

They both gave me their phone numbers before the time was concluded, and both expected to hear from me again! I suppose another remarkable thing is that this was a Christian School, if I remember correctly, so it wasn't exactly like a barroom environment or a club or anything of that nature. Particularly since I was either 13 or 14 at the time!

I think that the worst part of it for both C & me was having to concede a kind of victory for the i-told-you-so camp that was altogether owned by our mutual friend B.

C and I did talk on the phone some after that experience, but I don't think either one of us were able to get over the initial shock of actually meeting one another in the flesh and having to reconcile our mental pictures with the physical reality that stood before us.

But I look back on the memory and smile every time because really everyone pretty much lived happily ever after on that one.

[This message edited by Cephastion at 1:00 PM, March 17th (Sunday)]

Cephastion posted 3/18/2019 05:09 AM

DISCLAIMER:

Upon re-reading my blind date story there, I think maybe it's about the worst one of all the options I listed earlier to be putting on this website for so MANY ladies to read who have been utterly betrayed by faithless men for the next, shiniest thing that came along.

But C was was thrilled to be set free of her commitment. It turns out that she was a large framed gal, and frankly, I was just about the smallest little fellow that I knew at the time. It would be a little bit like seeing a face photo of someone and then when you finally meet them they turn out to be a midget or dwarf. I'm not a dwarf, but my small frame and size used to make larger framed girls feel all the more so, because of the contrast, I think.

On the other hand, I guess I had a "teddy bear effect" or a lost puppy dog effect on girls who weren't already expecting Mr. tall, dark, and gruesome of a jock to come and sweep them off of their feet.

I must admit that the feeling of contrasting body shape/sizes had some of that effect on my personal insecurities at the time a little bit as well, although I think that I generally tended to be less self conscious about my small framed size than large framed girls seemed to be about being big. And i don't mean "fat" or anything to do with bodyweight there, btw. I mean squarely or larger framed girls, be they skinny as a rail or otherwise.

So please don't read this and think that either one of us was really being truly inconsiderate, cruel or heartless towards the other, because we did both agree we weren't right for each other in the romance department, and yet continued our friendship for some time via phone calls for some months afterwards.

I just hope I didn't trigger anyone out there. I've CERTAINLY been rejected, abandoned, and altogether replaced by "shinier" Johnny-come-lately's not only by potential love interests, but by my own wife several times over as well MYSELF and that was after we said vows after 2 years of solid exclusive courtship that came after 2 years of friendship.

[This message edited by Cephastion at 5:11 AM, March 18th (Monday)]

steadychevy posted 3/18/2019 19:10 PM

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Cephastion posted 3/20/2019 07:06 AM

Wow Chevy...I feel like I dealt this thread a lethal blow!

I was waiting for some feedback about my story and stuff, but all I got was you making a virtual disclaimer about my disclaimer!

Maybe I should stick to just sending pics of stuffed giraffes and stuff.

I did make use of the words "teddy bear" and "puppy dog" though...

Maybe I should have just absolutely fictionalized the story and made my date out to be a blind girl that turned out to be my wife later on in life...or made it about a teen TMI threesome in the carnival funhouse of mirrors with crazy shaped animal balloons all over the place involved or something more edgy sounding instead of the truth.

I did in fact (I think) win (or buy) a red helium balloon or two for each of my accompanying "blind dates" actually, now that i think about it!

Does THAT sound edgy enough?


[This message edited by Cephastion at 7:10 AM, March 20th (Wednesday)]

Notthevictem posted 3/20/2019 13:56 PM

Wasn't really paying attention, what'd you say?

steadychevy posted 3/20/2019 15:03 PM

No Chevy chain gangs for me.

pureheartkit posted 3/20/2019 19:48 PM

C that's a cute story. I saw two teens at a church carnival recently and remember how great just holding hands was back when. I went on a first date to a theme park where they dress everything scary for Halloween. I would go on the rides but too scared of the mazes. He was nice about it but I'm sure disappointed about not going in the fright mazes. Wouldn't leave me alone even though I offered to wait outside at the exit. I am still too scared of those things! My imagination is vivid enough as it is. A boys father took me and his son to see JAWS. I think he saw the effect on me and didn't call again.

Tallgirl posted 3/20/2019 21:40 PM

Hi Ceph. I thought it was sweet too.

I could tell you a story about going on a date with a nice guy from high school. The date was nice until the good night kiss. I assume I was his first kiss. I was literally covered in saliva. He swallowed my face. I literally had trouble breathing. OMG. I ran out of the car, scrubbed my face for 20 minutes and never spoke to him again.

That story is not as sweet as yours.

Still makes me cringe.

Cephastion posted 3/21/2019 12:34 PM

That story is not as sweet as yours.--TallGirl

No...I guess not... But your face would certainly seem to be "sweeter" than mine at least!

I honestly I've never even HEARD of such a thing except perhaps in a parody or fictional depiction of paranormal retaliation!... Much less actually experiencing such myself!

Unless, of course, you count cows or St. Bernards that is.

I guess if that's his idea of being a "cow-boy" or sporting a lost puppy dog look... Then I can safely and authoritatively say that he's DOING IT WRONG!

And maybe he should watch the first Ghostbusters movie while he's at it. Actually now that I think about it I kind of hate certain aspects and the plot and the "love interest" subplot of that movie but I can't help but recall the imagery of what they called and considered being "slimed".

But I've seen something somewhat similar in numerous depictions of what's considered VERY undesirable side effects of being on the receiving end of the affections given by a rather large and unrestrained, undisciplined but affectionate dog.

...um.... Maybe he knew you liked giraffes and kinda tried to fit that equation into his... "Sex appeal"...

I think you should have barfed in his mouth!
...as a show of intimate reciprocation, of course!
....................................................................................................

A boys father took me and his son to see JAWS. I think he saw the effect on me and didn't call again.--Pureheartkit

...Or else Tallgirl's alien/paranormal date also watched JAWS, and got his idea of how to pick up girls from THAT "guy" (i.e. using his jaws/mouth for anything but talking).

To sympathize a bit here with you,Pure💟, my wife had some serious reservations about the water after seeing that movie when she was young.

Even my own daughter kinda does now herself, and I think she might have gotten HER H2O issues just from watching a low budget Sharknado sequel intended to be a lighthearted, almost Weird Al parody of a thriller instead of a serious one.

As for mazes at night... Yeah there's a lot of reason for a girl to not be comfortable with such a venue or arrangement...

Don't you dare look down on yourself for not being comfortable with something like that, btw!


[This message edited by Cephastion at 1:00 PM, March 21st (Thursday)]

Cephastion posted 3/22/2019 10:24 AM

I saw two teens at a church carnival recently and remember how great just holding hands was back when--Pureheartkit

I STILL love holding hands, as does my wife. We hold hands at breakfast, lunch and dinner, both at home and when we go out places, as well as whenever we are driving/riding together anywhere.

If one of us isn't doing it for a few minutes, the other one typically does the reaching out for it.

Maybe that's partly an extension of the 3Ĺ year long & running HB that's been going like crazy for so long now, but whatever the reason is, it's really nice to want to hold hands so much because of very MUTUAL desires for such on such a daily basis.

Cephastion posted 3/22/2019 10:33 AM

Chili? Are you still reading this thread?

I can talk and chat and post like an auctioneer paid by the words per minute, but that's partly cause I didn't get enough attention growing up...

Before I go on with the "conversion" story or the Chevy chain gang one, do you have anything to say or any story requests or remarks or redirects for this (hijacked?) thread of "yours"?

Chili posted 3/22/2019 16:33 PM

I have been reading every post off and on and can't believe NTV didn't drag us completely into _____(rhymes with dick) and fart jokes.

As to your other question, Madam Chair has recognized the motion, it has been seconded, and votes have been taken. It seems the "Aye's" have it, so proceed with....(as that one certain person says around here)...conviction and valor.

(Definitely not an adjournment.)

silverhopes posted 3/25/2019 16:00 PM

Hi, Iím silverhopes and Iím here to kill your thread. *cracks hands*

...But not before I go back and read the rest of this conversation.

Cephastion posted 3/25/2019 16:12 PM

Hey there Silver!

Long time, no see!

I have a story marathon going but you're in luck... I have to be in a good mood to tell some of these and I'm not in such a great one lately, so there's your chance to STRUT..... YOUR..... SILVERHOPE...... STUFF

Cephastion posted 3/25/2019 16:34 PM

Speaking of strutting your Silverhope stuff, there's a thread asking about how we all settled on our various usernames.

I'm guessing yours has to do with the saying, "Behind every dark and stormy cloud...(there is a silver lining)..." But maybe not

I killed the thread.

It's called Forum Names (in General)

Any of y'all... Please tell your username story.

[This message edited by Cephastion at 4:35 PM, March 25th (Monday)]

silverhopes posted 3/25/2019 18:00 PM

LOL I have no idea how to strut my stuff, but I aim to find out!

I liked your story about C as well, especially since you both respectfully parted ways and there were no hard feelings. It's great when that happens!

I think I went on a single date back in college. It wasn't a blind date. There was a cute Norwegian boy in my massage class, and we'd been partnered for the lesson and had massaged each other. In retrospect, I think I was just really happy to feel a man's nice warm firm hands on me - hadn't exactly had many consensual experiences before then! I was probably really into the touch and didn't know it yet (still a virgin then).

So we went to a bar. Ordered some beers. Tried to have a conversation but I'm socially awkward at the best of times and probably said a ton of stupid stuff. I don't remember. But he would tell me things about himself that could have been embarrassing but were actually kind of funny and then pretend cry. He was nice. But no real spark. We didn't see each other again after that, save in class.

I dunno. My life lately's been pretty exciting. And it has nothing to do with romance! Instead it's about subtle indirect revenge and a feeling of having some vague injustice restored. Just some jerk in my past from college who treated me in a certain way, and he had to indirectly acknowledge me as a fellow naturalist. He backtracked as fast as he could once he realized who I was, but the victory still counted in my book! Plus some other art-related and plant-related developments that are making me feel like Bane with a fresh batch of Venom. I must preserve this wondrous feeling!!! I wonder what it's called?!!??

[This message edited by silverhopes at 6:01 PM, March 25th (Monday)]

Notthevictem posted 3/26/2019 16:21 PM


I have been reading every post off and on and can't believe NTV didn't drag us completely into _____(rhymes with dick) and fart jokes.

So if I'm reading this right I'm supposed to fill in the blank with something that rhymes with dick but isn't actually dick without being a dick.

Is it prick?

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