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Talk
is cheap. It's what you do that determines
the script of your life. Translate your
insights, understandings and awareness into
purposeful, meaningful, constructive
actions. They are of no value until then.
Measure yourself and others based on results
— not intentions or words.
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I
was 16 yrs old and My bestfriend and I lived in Maplewood. Margret
was about 5'11" with should length strawbery-Blonde hair and
bulit like a telephone pole. Me I'm Cndy and I was 5'9" and
dishwater-Blonde hair down to the middle of my back. We where the BEST
of friends and we did everything together. I'll never forget this as
long as I live.................
There was this Guy named Richard who was just crazy about
Margret and had more money than he and dates....He ask her out and
said he had a blind date for her friend(ME)?. She said,"Please
doubledate with me? I couldn't let her go by her self so I went
although there was a catch........
I told her if my date was not to my liking that everytime he would go
to kiss me we would light a cig.So,She agreed. Although when the guys
pick us up they came in to seperate cars and I was in SHOCK!!!! My
Blind date was Gorgious from his head to his toes! We made it to the
Drive-In and the guys decided to go get some beer....And me?! Well I
feel back in my seat off the door for i told her to kiss the cig thing
away cause if my date kissed me I was going all the way... Of course
she didn't like that much but,she didn't want me to leave here with
Richard either....HAHAHA.....See My New Friends..Richard own
acovertable cilon Blk/chrome and he had a alarms system that only Him
and I knew how it worked....I never told Margret that NO MATTER WHAT
she touched the alarm would go off. Margret started to open the door
and I replied,STOP!!!climb over the door or else you'll set off the
alarm..So,She did. Although when she got back into the care she pushed
in the lighter and SURPRISE!!! the alarm went off....I bet she ran
around that care 50times screamming how in the hell do you turn this
off!! she had everyone throwing food at her and telling her to turn
the damn thing off......ME?
I was rolling, I was laughing so hard I couldn't tell her how to
turn it off..even other guys came over to try and figture it
out...after about ahr I got up and put my and under the chrome grill
plate and it the switch...Margret was so relevied that she just said
shit here they come. I was still laughing an rolling....aspeically
when Richard went to kiss her she lit a cig...Me NO Way I french all
the way hahahhah.....She yeld Cndy!! I replied call me tommorrow I'm
really occupide...
And Yes 22yrs later we're still the best of friends and we laugh about
it all the time...
Thanks Cndy
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Another
on line dating disaster. I got a message from
someone wanting to chat. Cool with me. After a
week of chatting, it was decided we would meet. I
was in her part of the state participating in the Trail of
Tears ride so what the hell. The lady was fair to
look at and it seemed that we had a lot in common. I
spent a weekend with her a week later, and she came to my
place and spent a weekend.
Then she started acting a little on the strange side and
feeble minded me couldn't know why.
Her friend E-Mailed me that she had ran off with her
boyfriend form Georgia, and that she had wanted me to
invite her to move in with me. Oh well I thought.
A couple months later she let me know her boyfriend had
been calling, begging her to take him back. They had
gotten married and it didn't work out. She sent me
E-Mail with a big sorry, I made a mistake. All I had
to say was, What goes around, comes around. For me,
All's well that ends well. Spyder
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well, my worst date story
(which is nothing compared to the chic who dated "chester")
was about 2 years ago, when this girl, ill call her "kelly",
who was good friends with my last ex-girlfriend, started dropping by
to see me.
well, "kelly" was built like a 2x4. no hips, no
chest, not even good looking to say the least. but she was 31, so she
was at least legal. i really felt sorry for this girl. the only good
point to her was she was persistant. she kept insisting that we go for
bike rides. so, to finally shut her up, i took her for a cruise. well,
she took the cruise as a date. (would have been nice to know that
before we left) but anyways, she kept yakking on and on and on about
her "roommate" , her ex-boyfriend, what all she does for the
man in her life, and all that happy horse-sh#$. seems she paid her
rent by dancing for her roommate who was old enough to be her grampaw,
and she wanted to find a new lover to shack up with till she got back
on her feet. (this girl also had no job and a car that needed to be
shot)
well, we ended up at a forest preserve park which was like way
out in the boonies, due to the fact that my scoot isnt exactly
designed to carry a passenger comfortably. well, lo and behold, she
presumes we stopped off in the middle of no-where to fu#$. (now keep
in mind, i was raised old school when it comes to women. i just dont
do that sort of thing until i know a girl) well, being as much of a
gentleman as i could possibly be, i made up the excuse that i had to
do something at home. so we headed back to town. on route to my place
(where she had parked her car) she decided to play around on the bike.
i politely pushed her hands away from my groin and got back as soon as
i could. upon arrival, she insisted that i wasnt fulfilling her needs
as my girlfriend, and told me we were thru. she got upset and left in
her car. she eventually told my friends we had "done it" on
the bike, and that i wasnt much to brag about. those that know me
laugh and joke about it, but they know t!
he truth. since then ive been single and avoiding those kind of women
like the terrorists they are.
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I met a guy on line. I
liked his picture, and whenever we chatted on messengers, the
conversation just flowed. He was the same age as me (or so he
said), and we talked for about three weeks. He asked me out on a
date, and I agreed to go. My gut instinct kept telling me
something was amuck a few hours before the date and I called my best
girlfriend about the date. I told her all about where I was
going and how I met the guy and that I didn't know what was going to
be happening. Since I hadn't done that sort of thing before, and
was a bit apprehensive, I told her I'd somehow sneak a call to her and
hang up if there were problems. That would be her 'code' to call me
right back and say I had an emergency, ANY emergency, to get me out of
the rest of the date. I got all dolled up and drove down to meet
him at a neutral location in his town about 25 miles south of where I
live. Prior to our date he'd told me on the phone not to freak
out, that he had a tooth busted out while changing a tire on a
freightliner, and he was going to get it fixed, but for now it
apparently looked terrible. I thought that was fine. I mean
stuff happens, right? I've been banged up, not a biggie.
Well, I get to the parking lot, and he drives up in a trashy looking
red neck jacked up to the max truck waving a king sized rebel flag.
First thought... Oh MY GOD. I took in a deep breath, stepped out
of my car and walked over to him. He looked a lot younger than
his picture and he smelled like alcohol. I said buddy, just how
many brews did you tip? He said he was really nervous, hadn't
done this sort of thing before, and downed three or four. Okay,
I forgave him. I'm such a putz. He asked me if I wanted a
drink, and said he had some cold beers at his apartment a few blocks
away. He seemed harmless enough, so I agreed. Then he
smiled. Okay... that tooth was not busted out. It was
rotted out. Along with about four others. Now I'm
disgusted. I'm also feeling sorry for the idiot!
Originally I am
from Oslo, Norway, I had immigrated to Vancouver, British
Columbia, Canada. We were taught in Europe that Canada is
a bi-lingual country. I thought no problem my french is
strong compare to english. When I arrived in Vancouver, I
found out very quickly that no one spoke french here in
the west coast. But thru it all, I did make friends rather
quickly. A group of girls and I went (we were in our late
teens) to the beach. The beach is also close to a zoo and
wild life habitat. One of the girl's brother and his
friends joined us. Her brother had a crush on me so it was
kind of a blind date. He was cute but too short. I am
5'10" plus I was wearing high heels. He looked at me
up and down a few times and said do you still scream my
name out at nights. I was puzzled and computing this as
everyone was chuckling. I turn to my girlfriend and said
why would I scream at him????The guys gave me a weird
look. Then some girls walked by in their bikini. One of
the guys said !
MAN IS THERE EVER ALOT OF BEAVER AROUND HERE. I said
where, (being close to the zoo) I want to see some beaver.
I've read about it but I never seen a real canadian beaver
before. Everyone just shook their heads in disgust. THEN
to top off the day, we change into our suits. My hair was
really long down to the back of my knees. All of us went
into the water, I dropped one of my earrings and I bend
down to pick it up, my bra top popped, and off it came
quickly I put my hair in front of me. When I looked up I
received a standing ovation from the whole beach. I felt
so embarrassed. Needless to say, my girlfriends brother
never did ask me out again.
Go figure..........
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