I forget, sometimes, that people see me that way. I know I post to lots of different types of threads, but I guess the other posts go pretty much unnoticed, whereas I tend to make an impact in the sex threads (which I’ve been avoiding, lately, in case no one’s noticed). I’m glad you stuck around, anyway. Maybe, when you’ve graduated, you’ll get to visit Boston on business, and we can go have a beer or something.
Heh! Yeah, engineering schools tend to be “sausage factories”. But, that isn’t really what I meant. There are definitely some beautiful women, around here. I rode the bus with some, every day, up until Thursday. (I’m driving to the new offices, starting today.) But, there are no bars/pubs/clubs in Watertown, that I know of, where they have live music. So, there’s no worthwhile nightlife, IMO.
Yeah. 'Zactly. Watertown! Famed, far and wide, as the home of Arsenio Mall! It’s an old joke, but it’s still true. (For folks who don’t live around here, it’s actually named the Arsenal Mall. And, the reference to Arsenio Hall tells you how old the joke is.) Of course, we do have that lovely new office/residential condo development they built on the SuperFund site the Army was kind enough to leave for us. But, that’s not bringing a lot of fun to the area.
I went to the Arsenal Mall once. At least you have a mall. I have to leave the state to find the closest mall
You could live in scenic Haverhill like me - birthplace of John Greenleaf Whittier. EVERYTHING here has some reference to the esteemed poet. Get your excitement in early as almost everything is closed by 9:00 on schoolnights and 5:00 on Sundays!
And there is no decent pizza or roast beef sandwiches within 50 miles
Malden … I wonder if I can con hubby into going to Malden for pizza.
There was this amazing greek restaurant (Christo’s) in Brockton that made awesome pizza -we’ve always called it Bar Pizza because a couple of the local bars made similar pizza. All they have up here is crap. Too greasy and the crust tastes like cardboard. It is like having a domino’s on every corner
Davebear, I didn’t know you were bald! Bald can be sooo sexy. I have this major crush on Patrick Stewart. And don’t even get me started on Anthony Edwards…
Well, if you’re going, it’s the Malden House of Pizza, on Salem St, off Rt 99. I’m assuming they’re still there. They were there for a long, long time, and the pizza was always excellent.
I know I wouldn’t dare deny a pregnant woman with a craving, escpecially if it’s been a long time since you’ve had good pizza.
Yup. Kinda blows the whole bear image, doesn’t it? But, that was never based on appearance, anyway.
Sherri, my ex-GF, when asked what actor I most resembled, said Patrick Stewart. I don’t see the resemblance, myself. Her second choice was Yul Brynner, which is even farther from reality. I don’t shave my head (although I do keep what’s left of my hair very short; basically stubble length), and I’m not the least bit exotic looking. She said it was more of an attitude/charisma thing. I don’t see that, either, but what do I know? It was a nice compliment. Anthony Edwards? Maybe. A little?
MHOP is still there! I went there relatively recently, as I work in Malden one day a week. (Hmmm, I also work in Watertown a couple of days a week…Davebear, am I following you?)
Whew! Leave town for a weekend to do a, ok, I Live in California, right?, relationships/communications workshop … and Look at all I’ve missed.
Unabashed Dave Flirting, Dave Following, Pro-Bald raving, Crave Pizza-ing
What an amazing Thread … but, but, but, Ladies, if faced with similar situations, should the fella assume he’s been blown-off, or do y’all think more often it’s just time/response impairment?
Whoa! Way to get back on topic, dude! You were paying attention, in that class, weren’t ya’?
Actually, this is pretty typical, for my threads. Interest in the OP drops off, but people keep hanging out, talking about whatever silliness happens to inspire them, at the moment. Then someone will come along, and put things back on track. If you ever have a couple hours to kill, search for “Spit or Swallow”. You’ll have to search back about three months, to find it, and it’s about 14 pages long, but it follows this same pattern. I kept it on topic for a long time, but it eventually went all over the place.
Anyway, yes, Tonight on Nightline, Day nine of the The Hampton Heart and Hopes Hostage Crisis! Can anything be salvaged from this situation? Guest commentators welcome.
[sub]“Crave Pizza-ing”? Maybe it’s a California thing.[/sub]
Jeez, Davebear, I didn’t know you look like Patrick Stewart! Remember my previous comment about Papa Tiger being in the picture? Depending on how strong the resemblance is, I just MIGHT be persuaded to change my mind about that!
Wyatt, while I’ve not been in the “dating world” for a very long time (longer than Dave)… I’d have to say I agree that she was trying to put out a message of not wanting to take things any further. Sadly it was a real cop-out of a way to do it, but that’s how I’d have taken it if I were Dave.
I think we’re all still hanging out here Dave to see if she ever does make contact. Everything seems so openended and unfinished this way. We need closure
It really sucks that things turned out this way. I had hoped she would call. grrrrrrrrr
(and women stereotype men for not calling when they say they will!)
My sources actually tell me that Nana’s Pizza is better. But my sources are the troubled preteens and teens of Malden and Everett, so I don’t know how much credence to give them. I seem to recall it being good and cheap.
It would be my pleasure. Everybody plays a little differently, but there are a few tips that should help anybody shoot a little better. Now, whether being pregnant makes a difference you’re going to have to figure out on your own.
She found out later. We worked at the same company at the time, and everybody knew I was crazy about her, except her, and so anybody may have mentioned it eventually.
We’ve talked about it once or twice. She doesn’t remember things quite as vividly as I do, which makes sense if I didn’t make as strong an impression as I’d hoped. And it may partly be a convenient sense of denial on her part.
It would take more than a stroller. You could wear a burlap sack in a pitch black room, and you’d still be a babe.
grumbles that now no work will get done while I catch up on 15!!?!?!!? pages of “spit or swallow”
… slides into dreams of … some day, with hard work and study, careful attention, frequent hamster feeding and previewing … that I might … someday … be able to walk in the footsteps of my sensi, D.Bear … to be able to generate threads of 15! pages … to receive unabashed flirting from stroller wielding Board Babes … to have my posts seen as “coherent” … to have women craving my pizza recommendations … ahhh, these are the dreams that drive men forward …
[ponder] a thread comparing the appeal of “bald and stubble length” {D.Bear} versus “nearly bald and in a pony tail to the middle of my back” {Wyatt}[/ponder]
You know Wyatt, you’re cool and everything…BUT…
Oh wait, that was done about three pages ago wasn’t it? Damn work keeps getting in the way of my fun. So where are we? Still no call for Dave. Well, Dave, that stinks. And yes, I would say she’s sending a message, in a very crappy way. She should have been up front if she just wanted to keep things light and casual. “Give me a call sometime” as opposed to “Call me tomorrow”.
And lorene, how on earth did you break your foot? I wish I lived closer to the city as I would be glad to give you a hand (or foot, in this case). I even have several daughters of helpful ages. Not that they’re willing to be helpful at home, mind you, but for other people, they’re great. And tanookie same goes for you, minus the foot part, of course.
Now let’s see, Robot Arm was unappreciated which is not a good thing at all as he seems to be a very clever and overall good guy. And Dave is getting flirted with left and right by all manners of intelligent, witty and caring women, so maybe this was all for the best.
Is that up-to-date? Did I miss anything?
Or can I ask Wyatt if he wears jeans and a button down shirt with a blazer (do they call them blazers any more?) with his pony tail? Well, I was just asking, Dave, don’t look at me like that. His real name’s probably Dave anyway…
