If it was just because they were crowded, I could have forgiven it but that wasn’t it. Everything from getting menus to water required me to get up and ask for it. My date is friends with the bartender so I just went to him to get what we needed. Our “waiter” never did his job except to deliver food eventually. I don’t normally cut tips because I used to do that job but this was really bad. It is a good thing we were just there to hang out.
A ha. What color is the boathouse outside the steakhouse?
Only that’s not at all what you said, just a few posts ago. How about next you tell us about how you didn’t sexually assault the waiter… it’s about as believable.
Oh, I believe Shaggy. I believe he met a washed out Russian golddigger on the Internet. A blowsy, washed up, overperfumed golddigger.
And I believe that she talked him into meeting her at FoxWoods. It’s hard to find a tourist trap in the middle of nowhere, kind of the worst of both worlds. But she managed. And she probably made the reservation at the tourist trap within a tourist trap restaurant, too. And ordered the most expensive things on the menu. All while insulting Shaggy. And she acted like she was doing him a great favor letting him hold her hand. (Typing this, I almost like her).
Then she went back to her hotel room alone. Or to meet her next date. Or her boyfriend. Because it’s fun to pull on over on these wanna-be players. I’m only wondering if she managed to steal any of his credit cards. Or if she gets kickbacks on the bar tab ( she DID pick the restaurant). But somehow Shaggy thinks this is a good date. And reopens his Pit Thread to brag about it.
Next on the list is some Australian chick, I believe.
(BTW, Shags, have you decided what you’re going to make? There’s also these.
(I just have this idea that Shaggy is imagining making some fancy gourmet meal, when most Slavic cuisine is hearty comfort food.)
Well, he did say she was a poker player. And poker players work at casinos. So, you’re probably right about that.
Any kind of female attention is a “date” to ol’ Shaggy. After all, he LOVES women.
Step up your game and save some dollars. When the ladies are taking you out it’s time to brag.
But he’s a thrill seeker, remember? He doesn’t care.
That is what I am working towards and it is getting close. The Russian poker player did take me to an expensive John Oliver show afterwards although the tickets were comped. My ex-wife did much more than that and still does.
However, the point about being a gold-digger is spot on and it scares me. She took her very wealthy ex-husband for everything he was worth and still complains about money even though she only plays poker a couple of days a week.
She is charming though and certainly not washed up in the least but she mixes insults one second and compliments the next. She really does own a huge house in the 3rd most expensive town in the U.S. and she is beautiful. Everyone gives her whatever she wants.
Don’t worry about me, I know how to do background checks and protect myself. It is like playing with a cobra dressed in a puppy costume but I know that. The thing that people aren’t understanding is that I like playing with fire. I am not that interested in a real relationship although it isn’t impossible. I already have all the kids I want. It is just all for fun now and I can just take anyone out even if it is just for a night. A have a whole mental list of types that I want and From Russia With Love can checked off now. I have also kept some as true friends and it has worked out well. Coworkers, friends and family don’t believe the ones I get to go out with until I causally show them the pictures and the filtered messages. It is a dream come true.
C’mon Dopers, Shags is yanking every one of your chains right now. 
Happy New Year Shagnasty, loving the show mate. Keep it up!
No shit, Sherlock.
So why are you responding to him with serious answers Einstein? 
I’m sure Guin won’t mind if I speak for her here: Because it’s amusing.
And speaking for myself - it’s interesting, what with all the side topics, analysis of the possible kernels of truth within Shaggy’s stories, and the apparent way he misinterprets all this “interest” he gets from women.
It’s hard to believe he gets so much attention thru dating sites, and I do think he’s exaggerating the numbers, but I also suspect he has an exceptionally good profile. He could do a service by sharing some tips.
Thanks for the reminder - this is the perfect time of the year to make some halushki!
For those not familiar with this heavenly dish - there are many variations, but I favor the kind I got at a community street fair somewhere on the south side of Pittsburgh circa 1993. It’s simpler than most, and very easy.
- shred up a good bit of green cabbage and saute it in a generous amount of butter. (Nobody will know if you nuke it for a minute first to soften it up just a little)
- meanwhile, boil up some wide egg noodles.
- when the cabbage is nice and done, mix it with the noodles. Season with salt and a generous amount of pepper. Add more butter if it’s too dry and/or you’re feeling decadent.
- Serve with kielbasa or some other appropriate meat product.
- fall into a state of comfort-food induced bliss
Shags - your latest dear diary entries are sad & pathetic on so many levels that it’s hard to keep count. Why are you even bothering to post these fantasies when nobody believes a word you write and considers you nothing but a punchline? Are you really so starved for attention and validation that even negative attention is better than obscure irrelevance?
You should know, a $200 dinner with a bottle of wine is the most pathetic thing about your story. If you’re going to describe an imaginary date, the least you can do is imagine something decent and drop $500 on your imaginary negging girlfriend. Have you never heard of chef’s 7 course tasting menus with recommended wine pairings? You obviously don’t get out much.
BTW, people continue to read this thread not because they are interested or impressed with your alleged ‘life’, but because they are fascinated by your pathology.
No, the inside joke is that it is all true. That is why I am laughing at you too. I do get out a whole lot because I am good at online dating (at least the beginning part). It turns out that women are semi-predictable almost as much as house cats and you can learn the skills to get them to come to you.
I know $200 isn’t a lot to spend on a dinner. That is why I gave the real number rather than say $500. I used to be married to an executive VP in the gourmet foods industry that makes half a million dollars a year now. It wasn’t worth it even though I got flown to Paris or Milan regularly for the weekend just to attend a single party. I have an affinity for really rich women but they will break you by association because their standards are so high. I am not poor myself by any measure but I want to retire when I am 50 and that isn’t going to happen if I keep dropping $200 on casual hangouts.
My last date has a walk-in closet larger than many people’s houses filled with designer clothes and hundreds of pairs of shoes (my ex-wife has over 200 pairs of shoes). That isn’t my style. I would rather save and retire early than go on shopping sprees every weekend like they do.
Dude, nothing about your “secret” of on line dating is remotely impressive. (Assuming any of it is true.) I’ve been in your shoes, after having divorced in my very early 40’s. I found it just as easy and enjoyed it until it stopped being enjoyable, which was about the time I met the woman to whom I am now married. That’s why I don’t get what there is to brag about. You’re not making a valuable contribution to humanity, you’re just going on some dates (ostensibly). If you’re even half as attractive as you’d have everyone believe, finding attractive women to date isn’t at all impressive. Quit fucking bragging like you’re doing something special. Who are you trying to impress?
Bullshit. You gave a number because you were trying to impress somebody. Else, why not just keep your mouth shut about how much dinner cost, dumbass. Nobody was going to ask you how much you paid for a some burger and fries at the Silver Diner. Paris and Milan… what a fucking lying douchebag you are.
“My last date…”, what a fucking idiot. Your last date, if even remotely real, was a mental patient, like you. She blew you off. Think about it. A human train wreck didn’t want to have anything to do with YOU. What does that say about you?
Look, I told you over and over that none of this is going to end well for you and the more you say the worse it sounds. You’re a punchline now. Save what little shred of self-respect you might have remaining in that attention whoring bottomless hole inside you and shut the fuck up. Nobody is impressed. Everyone is laughing at you.
You won’t take my advice, I know. But I do feel just sorry enough for you to give it.
Don’t you think it’s the Russian poker player who should be doing the online bragging?
“Dear comrades, I roped another silly American into driving me 80 miles to the casino, then drop 200 USD on food and wine (a little cheap I know, but judging by his clothes and haircut, that was probably all he could afford). All I had to do was hold his dirty capitalistic hands for a short while. LOL.”
It’s only been a few days. She hasn’t started itching yet. When that starts, she’ll tell all.
I thought of that too but it was a poor return on investment if that was the case. I paid $140 in a private room with a Russian 10 in a full contact Rhode Island strip club a few months ago for just 15 minutes. This one is still an 8 and she spent 6 hours with me for $200. I am not worried about the money as a one time deal. I just can’t she’ll out hundreds of dollars a day to support someone over 40.