Maybe all he had left was Playboy?
I posted the very worst thing once before - “god, you’re ugly” said to me by a random stranger in the street. Another crusher was when a male friend told me I looked like his sister, who is about as unattractive as anyone can get.
This reminds me of what may well be my most simultaneously embarrassing and triumphant moment since I first delved into the bar scene. I was at a local club and saw a group of about five girls, at least three of whom were very attractive. I decided to go get acquainted. Anyway, after a couple of minutes introductory banter one of them, podgy, stupid looking, with a face built for a perpetual scowl, interrupted me and said, in quite a nasty tone, “You’re really geeky, aren’t you?” I turned to her, looked her up and down, and replied “Nope. Nowhere near good looking enough to get away with that one. Anyway, where was I…” I didn’t get any phone numbers, but I was there for another fifteen minutes and my tubby little nemesis didn’t say another fucking word. Sweet 
It still doesn’t make sense - the hot chick on Grey’s Anatomy is the Asian chick. 
Me, there was the time I was up late with the girl I was currently sleeping with and her roommate - under a blanket, on the couch. Three guys dropped by unexpectedly and the girl I was currently sleeping with introduced me as her gay friend. I didn’t sleep with her much after that.
“You’re a horrible person, and I’m ashamed that I ever had anything to do with you.”
Hazards of a long distance relationship:
Had been involved with a guy for five years. Told him I loved him. He never bothered to mention that he’d been using online dating services for a year looking for someone new. When he did find someone, he didn’t bother to tell me directly. He forwarded an e-mail he had written to someone else about an unrelated topic that contained an oblique reference to his girlfriend who lived in a few blocks away, so he clearly wasn’t talking about me. He did this the evening after I’d finally worked up the courage to discuss that my doctor had told me I only had a few months left to live, on the same night my mother had a seizure and kept asking me why I was crying (because she couldn’t remember more than a few minutes at a time). I’d known this woman existed, but he’d always insisted she was a neighbor.
When I confronted him about this he said “You just need time to get used to the idea that she’s in my life now.” Uh, sorry, no, not into threesomes, thank you.
Although he was younger than I am, he was plenty old enough to know better. I’d cut him a lot of slack for inexperience before - apparently for too long!
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. After all, he’d previous told me that I “wasn’t THAT fat.” Things only got better when he embarked on a campaign of passive-aggressive comments about our relationship on mutual message boards.
Oh, and for anyone concerned: as it turned out, the rumors of my death turned out to be greatly exaggerated. Yeah for 13th opinions! 
It’s a good thing, too. Who would take care of Fish if I died?!
So, should I assume that he’s doing the equivalent of what Jimmy Hoffa’s doing these days, and helping out with Air Traffic security? 
Glad to hear this. I hate chatting with ghosts on messageboards.
He’s still around, here on the SDMB and elsewhere. I’m glad. I wouldn’t have missed his inspirational post about how he changed the course of his life for anything in the world. Revisionist personal history can be a beautiful, hilarious thing with some perspective and direct knowledge of what really happened. 
I’m basically a 1950’s science fiction brain in a jar hooked to a computer. If I went completely ghost in the machine, few humans would notice the difference. Including me. I imagine the rats would complain. And Fish. Must not upset Fish. Guess I’ll stay human.
Why, did you eat him?
Sorry! Couldn’t resist! :o
shudder
The girl who gave me my first kiss and my first blowjob, and singlehandedly cured my fear of physical affection–literally, I was phobic, I would flinch when people tried to touch me unless they were very obviously hugging me or something and I could prepare myself for it–told me three years later that she didn’t remember any of it.
That burned. To her credit, she felt really bad about it, and she believes me. That was a traumatic period in her life for other reasons, so I’m sure she just blocked out the whole timeframe.
The girl who took my virginity (I took hers too), when she happened to walk past some pictures of my cousins: “Wow, are those your family? They’re ugly.” She had a penchant for saying things that her brain had not completely processed for appropriateness yet.
I find it delightful this time of year. They always have the best Halloween costumes!
My friend and I were walking down a country road near Huntsville, Ontario, and we encountered two drunk girls. One of them said to me, “You sound just like Kermit the Frog.”
I’m not at all proud of this, but I’d like to get this off my chest… once when I was in college, having doggy-style sex with my girlfriend for the first time, for some reason I deemed it necessary to say: “hey, I think I can smell your butt”. History does not record the response, but experience suggest that revenge was subsequently served cold over a series of years.
Why oh why would I say something like that? I had never had occasion to smell someone else’s butt before, and I found a scientific interest in the fact that it was neither disagreeable nor agreeable, merely buttish. And of course when I was 19, every thought that popped in my head went straight out my mouth. So butt-girl, wherever you are, I’m sorry I said it, but the odor was unmistakable.
While this is not really nasty at all, it’s in a similar vein. I was talking with a girl on Friday, and she said to me that she’s not currently looking for a boyfriend. Fast forward to today, she just started dating somebody. (tdn, if you are reading this, you know who I mean!).
Ouch, man.
Yeah, between jealously and feeling lied to, I was sick to my stomach for 5-10 minutes. It’s all good now though. She didn’t mean any harm, and I’m happy for my friend underneath it all.
I am going to exclude anything my husband has said to me in any of our knock down drag out arguments…those things are quite a bit meaner than most things I have read here. And I can dish it as well as take it, so it’s not fair to mention.
But as far as strangers are concerned;
Once when going into a nightclub with my friends, some cute guys parked in front said, “Holloween was yesterday…you can take those gag teeth out of your mouth now.” Now that was a pretty mean thing to say to a buck-toothed, gap-toothed girl, but it was genuinely funny. They somehow didn’t seem too mean spirited when they said it, and my friends are the type to make a joke of everything, bar none. So they laughed with me, and it didn’t really hurt my feelings any.
One time, I cut this guy off in traffic, and he pulled up next to me at the light, rolled his tinted window down and yelled at me in his thick Spanish accent, "You black bitch!"
I had never had a racial slut hurt my feelings before, but for some reason…that did. I have tried to analyze *why * it hurt my feelings so deeply, but I just don’t know.
Not to be a dick about it, but I wouldn’t even consider it a lie if someone told me off that way–it’s just a standard way to say “no”, and nobody actually means it. Even though lots of people take breaks from dating, nobody would stubbornly refuse to date someone who really turned them on. Not everyone turns everyone else on, and all that.
What do you know about this dude’s sex life?
Seriously though, that kind of shit really, really bothers me. (Blatant racism, I mean; especially when it has nothing to do whatsoever with the person’s actual complaint, and it really never does.) When my last landlord (who was also my roommate) decided to solve the problem of the neighbor’s dogs waking us up early in the morning, by going over there and screaming “YOU FUCKING N****R!”, I decided it was time to move.
Agreed. Please, please feed me a line of BS, if you wanna reject me. I don’t need to know the gorey details.
I won’t add my own. But I will comment.
HNC: Weren’t you hit on by a 12 year old?
NS: Nevermind the asshole comments, I still have a crush on yah.
Auto: Fuck, sorry, don’t know what to say.
LiveOnAPlane: Oh… wow.
lorene: Um, no.
[Del]I apologize for missing some, or all of you. But I suck at copying and pasting.[/Del]
Nevermind, I’ve been looking back and I can’t respond to nearly as many people as I’d like to, sorry. Just trust me, that more often than not these people are insulting for the sake of being insulting.