My new beau is 6’5" and I’m 5’4". We can hold hands just fine! And all the other parts fit together nicely, too. I love standing on tiptoe to kiss him. This is the first tall guy I’ve ever been with, and it’s fabulous!
I thought the same thing about Theresa, but I was wrong. We held hands while we were walking, and it worked. :shrug: I never would have thought such a large difference in height would work as well as it did, but it didn’t cause any problems.
Thanks for the warning. 
I don’t like those pizzas that seem like they’re based on a large cracker. That’s not pizza crust, to me.
Well, I assumed you were smart enough not to. 
I don’t need your actual address, anyway. I was just curious about which part of town you were in. That’s not far from where I grew up. I lived on Dexter St (off Clifton St) for years, as a kid, if you know where that is.
Davebear: Dude, it’s been 10 years since you got a bj? That’s rough, man. (I just got around to checking up on this thread. They have a new project for me at work, so I actually have to, um, work–no computer anywhere near. Don’t they know I have to keep up with the love lives of complete strangers in Boston??)
I can’t even finish the spit or swallow thread. It’s making me lonely. By lonely, I mean horny. And my boyfriend is overseas for another month (it’s already been 2)…DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL.
*makes small note on a hot pad … in hell … hummm … October is hot …
I agree. Actually, it’s been longer than that, really. That was just a convenient number, because that’s how long I was with Sherri. My ex-wife wasn’t into it, either.
Could be worse. You could work on a computer all day, knowing that the board is just a click away, and not have time to do more than take a fleeting glance, like me. My project has suddenly gone into overdrive, so I’ve gone from bored to near-frantic, in one swell foop. Gotta love being a programmer. :rolleyes:
I think Dave needs a first date checklist for the ladies. Anyone care to help me out on this? So far I’ve got:
1 - do you return emails and phone calls promptly?
2 - are you secure enough to be able to say ‘this is/is not working and this is the next step I need to make?’
3 - what is your favorite music?
4 - do you hate NIN like me?
5 - do you enjoy oral sex?
6 - do you like guys who cook?
7 - are you into good pizza or that pita bread with sauce and cheese crap?
8 - do you judge guys on their shoes?
I might amend 2, to say something like “are you willing and able to say…”, because I doubt Theresa’s problem is insecurity.
I think 3 and 4 could be combined. And, does anyone NOT like it if people they’re dating cook? But…
9 - a) Is kissing your favorite contact sport?
b) Are you a world-class kisser?
*Are you now, and have you always been a woman?
Oh, and Tanookie, HE’s got the shoe thing whipped, for D.Bear it would have to be:
*Are you willing to properly worship a man with fine, fine shoes?
*How do you feel about “group relationships”? Not a 3’some or 4’some mind you, do you have any problem with dating in a relationship with approximately 20,000 other people?
*If I use a clever to even moderately lame “opening line” will you hold that against me?
*How many “screeners” do I have to talk to before I get you on the phone?
*Essay question: "Define the word “tomorrow” as used in the sentence, “Great, Call me Tomorrow.”
- How do you feel about guys with pony tails who are “really cool and everything, but”? Should I be passing you Wyatt’s number instead? Do you have a beautiful seXy single sister out on the Left coast?(can’t blame a guy for tryin’ can ya? — Hijack a thread … hijack a potential babe … )
- When dating, do you have a problem being alone with your date?
- (should be 1 or 2, though) ARE YOU MARRIED?
- Can we please just move past all the little tests and head games and get straight to the going out and enjoying ourselves bit?
here! here! Maureen!
Shoes, again? Well, it’s pouring out, here, this morning, so I’ll be wearing my Clark’s waterproof boots. Does that meet with your approval? 
Dude, if you’re dating anywhere near that many women, you’re my hero. I’ve never dated more than two at a time, and even that only lasted for about three weeks.
See? I knew I liked you! But, can we modify #11 to both make it #1 and make it “…married, or seeing other people?” I learned, this week, that one really does need to ask that question. (Yes, I had another date, with another woman. And, learned, the hard way, that I should have asked that.) I may actually have to print this list out.
Do tell us about your other date! This is a vicarious thrill for us voyeurs in the life of Davebear, you understand!
(Only if you want to, 'bear…)
I don’t mind, if you’re interested. I’da thought you folks would be sick of my love life, by now. There’s not much thrill in this story, anyway, but here you go.
I signed up for Match.com on Saturday. Just the free part, to see if there was any interest. On Monday (Holy CRAP!!), I received an email from “Harmony”, asking, among other things, if I really have ferrets. I’d mentioned them in my profile. It was a pretty nice email, so I checked out her profile. That looked fairly interesting, too, so I emailed her back. (Side note: It seems like a lot of people don’t grasp the concept of profiles. A teeny tiny paragraph that tells the reader nothing about your personality is not ideal. Hers wasn’t as bad as some, but it was awfully brief.)
We exchanged quite a few emails over the next couple of days, culiminating in agreeing to meet for drinks (Not sure if that technically counts as a date, or not. But, I’m counting it as one.). I was supposed to call her, when I got home from work on Wednesday. She’d given me her cell number in one of the emails. Anyone have a guess as to how that went? That’s right! It didn’t! How’d you know?
I’d used my hotmail account, when I signed up, and this is where all the emails were going. As I mentioned, earlier, I’d gotten very busy, at work, at the beginning of this week. So, I hadn’t printed out the email. It didn’t even occur to me, because Hotmail is always available, from anywhere. But, I didn’t have time to even think of it, this week. Well, guess what server went down, Wednesday afternoon? Yep, the Hotmail server that holds my email. So, I get home, and find I have no access to her phone number. Yeeha! Wonderful.
Luckily, it occured to me that I could still get an email to her through Match, although I had no way of knowing if she’d see it in time. She did, fortunately. So, we had a couple drinks and an appetizer at a little place in Watertown Square (her suggestion), then walked down to the river. There’s a dock there, right on the river. I’d felt like there was some chemistry between us, so I summoned up what courage I could muster, and kissed her. I should point out, it took a lot more courage to kiss her, than it did to kiss Theresa. She didn’t seem as welcoming of the idea.
Actually, she didn’t seem to enjoy the kisses, very much, either. She didn’t really return them. She has since told me she did, but at the time, she wasn’t enthusiastic about returning them. I did get some very nice, and encouraging, moaning sighs when I was exploring her neck with my mouth. But, she still seemed to be holding herself very much aloof. I didn’t know why. She wasn’t objecting to what I was doing. She moved into my arms, for hugs and to check the scent of my chest, several times. She also turned around, while in my embrace, and pressed her butt up against me in just the right spot to to …ummm… get a “hard compliment”. This also gave me the opportunity to discover that she has a very nice belly. (I looove nice tummies!) But, that was about the extent of her active participation. It was weird…and puzzling.
But, I sent her a nice thank you email (yes, Hotmail was back up), when I got home, and said I’d like to see her again, if she was interested. I got back a very vague response, with no response to that part of my email, at all. A couple emails later, I learned that she is seeing two other guys, all ready. She says those relationships aren’t working for her, but she didn’t want to “be out of bounds” with me, because of them. She also seemed offended that I hadn’t asked if she was seeing anyone else. Oops. Didn’t occur to me, partly because she approached me, but also because I just don’t think of these things.
So, I thanked her for the clarification, and tried to explain the misunderstandings, as best I could. I told her that knowing the situation would make it much easier for me to be patient while she figures out what she wants to do. And, that’s the last I’ve heard, up to this point. I can only hope she didn’t take my reply as being sarcastic. It wasn’t, but I suppose it could be taken that way. Her last email to me was yesterday afternoon, but I knew she had an evening business meeting (at least, that’s what she told me).
OMG, Davebear, I SWEAR I’m not trying to copy your adventures!
I just posted something similar regarding a strange Match date/fling/something or other. Too weird!
You don’t suppose it’s a contagious condition between Daves, do you? YIKES!
Heh. I wouldn’t recommend it, anyways. :rolleyes:
BUT! I did hear back from “Harmony”, and she’s supposed to call me, this weekend. I’d told her I was going to the Springsteen concert, tonight, and she asked who I was going with. I didn’t answer that question. But, I will answer the phone, if it rings.
You’re going to Springsteen.
Without me.
SEE!!! SEE!!! THIS is why I never should have slept with you, you never call, you never take me anywhere!!!
Seriously, have a great time. The shows for SF have just been announced, I can’t wait.
So, sounds like the black cloud has at least a silver plated lining?
BUT! I did hear back from “Harmony”, and she’s supposed to call me, this weekend.**
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Great to hear it, Davebear!
I’m tempted to say, “Dave, bang this one before she gets away!” but that would be way too crass.
Instead, how about, “Dave, have a good time and way to get back on that horse!”
Dave, Have fun at the concert, and a good weekend. Guard that good heart of yours friend. (((hugs)))