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What has lust made you do?
The power of sexual attraction can force its will on even the most clear-headed, rational person. What (extremely unusual) action have you taken that you normally wouldn't, which thoroughly demonstrates how lust made you its bitch?
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#2
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You first.
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#3
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I suppose you could argue that it made me get married.
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I cleaned and detailed my car before a date. Oh, the shame of it all...
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Take off my clothes.
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Lust has made me have sex with a man I should have left alone, and in a place I shouldn't have been having sex in -- specifically, a Navy Lieutenant in my Lancia Fulvia. While it was parked in the parking lot to the side of the Sigonella Enlisted Club. It wasn't a convertible though -- the seats folded almost all the way down and we had a blanket over us. And he was a shortish guy for a pilot. It was pretty good, actually. Stupid, though, I admit, although less so for me (I was an E-3 at the time) than for him.
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Get married.
Although now that I think of it, I didn't have to get married to have him, just to have him forever. It was lust that made that seem like a good idea. |
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It's a long story, but the short of it is that I crawled out of bed at 4:00 in the morning, the day before a final, and stood around for an hour in a foggy San Francisco morning to ask a girl out. In metered verse.
It didn't work so well (also a long story). |
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I was just about to finish grad school and had one of those job interviews where a company brings a bunch of candidates in to tour the facility and make the rounds of interviews. The tour was one day, interviews the next.
So the night after the tour we all met in the hotel bar for a quick drink before heading up to get some shut eye before our big day. That would be the night the most gorgeous guy ever decides he's interested in chatting to me. Chatting to me for hours. Hours and hours. Until the bar closes. And then in the lobby after the bar closed. Until about 4:00 am. Did I mention I needed to be up for an interview at 7:00 am? Nope, seems I forgot about it that night as well. No, I didn't ace the interviews. No, I didn't get a job offer. Yes, we did exchange numbers. But, no, he didn't call. |
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Lust made me ditch the first day of a seminar in favor of a day in bed with a woman I met on the airplane. I guess lust entered into her decision as well. I've never regretted it, either.
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Hmmm...
I don't remember his name...
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Lust once made me a rather nice cake.
Whoever said that anthropomorphising emotional concepts was pointless was talking bollocks. |
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Eat 2 pounds of strawberries in one day. Mmm... strawberries...
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Lust made me do a drunk skank.
Granted, I was also drunk, and am probably whatever the male equivalent of a skank is. The best part was immediately afterwards, as she caught her breath and said: "Wow ... what's your name?" |
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It made me pretend to take astrology seriously.
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__________________
"You know nothing, Sergeant Schultz" |
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...mixed tape.
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things....disturbing..unspeakable things..
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Accompany an ex-girlfriend whom I found crying in her drink at a bar on what would have been her honeymoon had her fiance not ditched her three days before the wedding.
The trip was booked, I had the time to take and I we were both drunk enough that I could talk her into taking the trip, only with me instead of him. Not halfway through the first day, I remembered all the annoying things she did to make me break up with her, but I played nice, and stuck it out for the team. |
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#23
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Boardroom. 'nuff said....
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#24
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I join the "get married" crew - and although I don't regret it (was about to type 'have never regretted it' but there have been days) I still can't help hearing in my head "So now I'm praying for the end of time, to hurry up and arrive..." |
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Screw around with a guy who I knew was of the pittable Nice Guy type and ended up hurting him really badly because I was in no way in love with him.
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I ran out into the rain, naked. And danced around. In a public park. I wanted to show him that I was this wonderful free spirit that he needed in his mundane life. He fell for it!
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Drive 800 miles round trip every weekend for three months to be with a guy who'd dumped me almost a year earlier.
Yeah. *sigh* |
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#29
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I did ask permission first. Like I said, it's a long story (maybe one for the Pit when I get some spare time, actually). |
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#30
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Well I've done more than my share of unprotected sex due to lust...
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#31
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Masturbate.
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I must take the fifth on this one...
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#33
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Just about every stupid thing I've ever done in my life. One of which changed my life irrevocably for the worse.
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I ditched my girlfriends on a cruise to get a rugburned back from a fine sommelier.
*I know it's too late, but I'll know next time...to mix some water with the wine* |
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Quit smoking.
Nine days so far, and counting. |
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#37
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Well, I've let women make marks on me that took days to heal; I've driven through California's sierra foothills on a motorcycle, in the winter, with snow approaching; I paid a woman's $1000 phone bill; I've several times risked my livelihood, and once -- more than that.
Of course, I thought I was doing it for love, but who the hell knows the difference anyway? -- Nametag, who perhaps ought to drink more and think less until this mood goes away |
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#38
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Married a woman who turned out to not care for sex all that much, then proceeded to screw anything in a skirt during the 20 years of marriage because of it. Yeah, I was a dog.
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And Pride does a pretty tasty cherry cobbler. |
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#40
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The fallout is still in process, but it looks like I have killed a really cool 6-year friendship and probably torpedoed all respect given to me by this guy's inner circle, too.
In short, I probably better not show my face around this group for a while. And by "for a while" I really mean "ever, ever again."
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