I just got stood up!

The BBQ Pit
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Here is the definition of a true friend:

Send your Tom Cruise look-a-like buddy to score a date with the hottie you have had your drawers in a bunch over. Have her wait at the bar for him on the night of the big event. Make her wait, hopefully drinking, for a long time. Have buddie call her and issue up lame excuse for not showing.

Swoop in and snag the stunned bird!!

[sub] Goddamn! That is the worst thing I have ever read, let alone typed! What the fuck are you thinking? Are you trying to alienate everyone on this message board?? Get a grip, Gatopescado!![/sub]

Move along! Nothing to see here!

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Another good tactic is utilizing the “bullet-stopper”.

The Bullet-Stopper is merely that one male fellow out of a group who has a particularly hard time meeting/talking/succeeding with women. He’s not necessarily a nerd or a socially maladjusted, but sometimes is. More often, he’s had bad experiences dealing with women, and they’ve reduced him to the point of neurosis.

So if you see a group of ladies out in public or at a party, you send him over first…“Say, go over and say hi to those girls, I gotta go get a drink right now but I’ll be over in five minutes”.

Wanting to turn his bad luck around (and enforced by psychological-behaviorlistic rhetroic from you about the need to conquer his problems by forceful action) he’ll then go right on over and proceed to make a hack job out of introducing himself, utterly unimpressing the ladies.

And that’s when you enter Stage Right…“Hey there!” If everything works right, then you’ll be such an improvement over your Bullet-Stopper friend in the eyes of the ladies that you’ll do fairly well.

This is awful and inhumane, granted. But it does work.

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I have a friend who was totally burned by this guy who she was crazy about.

They met at a bar one night and hit it off so well that they went home together (she must have really liked him, as she doesn’'t normally do that.) They spent the next day and a half together before he left, giving her a mobile phone number and promising to ring her. My friend was so happy. She really liked this guy.

Fast forward one week, when, after no phone call or emails, she decides to give him a call. Well, the conversation went something like this:

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this X?”

“Who?”

“Oh, I’'m sorry, is X there?”

“Ah… no… you must have the wrong number.”

Well, she came out of her bedroom looking crestfallen, so I told her to dial it again. Maybe she misdialled or something. Nope. The prick gave her the wrong number! What a fucking snotass!

He stood her up on the phone!!!

Standing someone up is totally rude and it shows no consideration for a person’s feelings. If you don’t wanna meet with someone, tell them before you make a date, for fucks sake!

Simple! :smack:

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I’ve been scanning the threads I missed while I was away, and I had to drag this one up.

In the summer of 1992, I was stood up three times. That’s right, three times.

First time was by the guy who worked at the newsstand. He’d been toying with me for months, and I finally called his bluff and asked him to come with me to a Pirates game. We were supposed to meet at the newsstand. When I got there, he wasn’t, and his brother told me the guy was “visiting his son…and his son’s mom.” Well, I wasn’t too fazed by that, since I hadn’t had a real emotional investment in the guy, but I didn’t think the brother needed to add, “Maybe this is his way of telling you he doesn’t want to get involved.” Really. Maybe “his way” could have been to decline the invitation outright, eh?

Second time was by a guy in whom I did have an emotional investment. He was out of town for the summer, but came back for a weekend. He called, and we agreed to meet at such-and-such place, but didn’t nail down a time; it was just supposed to be whatever time the bus got him there. Well, I show up and he doesn’t. I finally track him down at the hotel. Long story short, the bus had gotten him to the meeting place sooner than I could walk to it. But—he waited five minutes for me. I waited an hour and a fucking half. He didn’t have as much invested in me as I had in him. I should have been able to see that earlier…

Third time is the one that still burns my ass. It was Friday night, and I wanted to see Holy Grail at the Playhouse, but I let this fucknugget talk me into dinner instead, someplace really nice. I get all dolled up and arrive at Station Square early. This time, I only waited half an hour before packing it in. When I finally caught up with this fuck, he claimed to already have been at Station Square, and what was I upset about? Dinner? He’d been having dinner. Yeah, with someone else, what of it? Oh…that. Well, see, I had been supposed to call him midweek, to remind him. Since I hadn’t, he’d forgotten and made other plans. And he really didn’t appreciate people cursing at him in public.

Now, I know I was better off without him, and this would have been our first “date” anyway. But god damn it, I could have been watching Holy Grail on the big screen, in a theater! I never got to see it thus, and still haven’t! And since revival theaters are going the same way as drive-ins, I probably never will! I only hope that, by now, karma has caught up with him. (I did the right thing with the newsstand guy. In that case, I just went on to the game and enjoyed it anyway.)

Mr. Rilch and I met and started dating in the spring of 1993. He never stood me up, and was never late. Came close once (Reservoir Dogs at the Beehive), and told me afterwards that if he’d known of my past history, he would simply have opened a vein while he was stuck in traffic. But see, it meant just as much to him!