Yes, I once had someone send me pics showing how his penis could barely fit in to the inside of a toilet paper roll tube.
Let me tell you about how much of a turn on THAT was. (just the fact that he knew that was scary. So how does that happen exactly? you are sitting on the toilet pooping, grab the last of the tp and go to change the roll and look down and say, “heeeeey. . . . i wonder . . . .”).
My favorite was the guy who used the OKCupid IM system to say hello late one night - I click over to the chat window and get assaulted by a webcam aimed at his crotch while he was stroking and choking. I typed, “no thanks” and closed the window.
2 days later, I get an email from him all chatty and polite, no word of the encounter. He then catches me online and this time, no webcam, and no mention. When he introduces himself like we never met, I explain that we have and how. And he’s like, “oh - sorry about that . . .” and continues to chat. I again reply, “no thanks” and try to move on.
“We can’t get past that and start over?” he asks incredulously.
Umm, no. I’ll always remember what I’ve seen and how I first ‘met’ you. Thanks, please move on.
So, yes, I agree with Alice - if being late for a date is the worst you ever do - you will be just fine.
see what i did there? how i brought it back to the OP so y’all wouldn’t cry foul? Cause I admit it - it’s not totally on topic. Thanks for putting up with me!!
What man immediately goes to change the toilet paper roll while he is sitting there with his dick in his hand? Have you witnessed this phenomenon? Men change toilet paper rolls?
Yeah, well, y’know. Then there was the guy who doesn’t ‘usually date fat girls but he was willing to give me a try’ . . .
When I said, “Thanks but I’m just not that in to you,” that so blew his mind that I would turn *him *down that he then stalked me for a couple weeks with emails and phone calls begging for another chance . . .
So if the worst thing that ever happens is some guy getting lost and being late, I’d be much more laid-back about it.
(bringing it back to the OP again. I’m trying, **twickster **- really!! :D)
Well, he was *single *- I assume that there’s no one else to do it for him. . .
I think it’s like the tree in the woods falling thing though. If the toilet paper roll gets empty and there’s no woman there to change it, will headrush02 still be geographically challenged?
bringing it back to the op, bringing it back to the op.
You would be surprised at the number of accidents, relatives dying, relatives suddenly sick and need to be taken to the hospital etc etc etc etc etc that comes up for the date. While, I suppose, there might have been an accident…the odds are much greater she/he is full of shit.
Back when I was single, I became very dismissive of excuses for cancelling a date or, heaven forbid, a no-show. I would accept the excuse but would NEVER ask for another date unless they sound extremely apologetic and immediately set up another time to meet. Even then, I would expect a second cancelling and might even cancel myself if something better came up.
Stranger, I just went and looked at your picture, and you look just fine. Keep yer chin up!
My husband and I differ on how to hang toilet paper - therefore, we have worked out a system whereby the one changing the roll gets to choose. I don’t get to change the roll all that much.
So, Headrush, you’ll have to make sure you send the next lady the obligatory picture of your penis.
Wow. Just… wow. I’m laughing, but I’m also a bit frightened. The most annoying thing I get is a “hello how r u” from some sexy, scantily-clad woman whose profile has nothing but a url to a webcam site. If I were getting penis shots, I’d probably unplug my computer and head for a monastery (and get lost on the way there).
Ok. So. Taking notes here.
1- penis shot is obligatory
2- my toilet paper rolls over (neener!) and is penis-free
Here’s my epic date fail: we’re in college, I finally got up the nerve to ask out this really cute classmate of mine. She lives in one of the dorms. It’s a cold January day in Chicagoland, so I pull up to curb in front of the dorm and leave the car running while I step up to the front door to ring the bell - immediately realizing that I’ve just locked my keys inside my running car on my first date with this girl. At least she was able to stay inside and keep warm while I attempted to break into my car.
I remember once watching those creepy-as-shit Dateline special where a bunch of perverted guys who attempt to pick up on underage children are ambushed, then subjected to a humiliating, televised interview with Chris Hansen, before being attacked by an undercover police officer dressed as shrubbery. The then old man commented something like, “And what’s killing me here, other than you forcing me to watch this crap, is that child molesters apparently find it necessary to send pictures of their genitalia to complete strangers, like, right away.” Heh. Oh, how naive.
You’ve gotten a lot of good advice here. Allow me to add that on your next date (with another woman, not the stood-up gal from the op) you can tell this story and it will garner both sympathy & laughs. Good luck!
