Wordman , that robbery is still a touchy subject. She was a Pro and she’s probably still out there robbing guys. Her cell phone number disconnected the next day and then she just disappeared.
As there are various family claims against that item, I’d rather not mention any titles online. But you can email me.
Well I would share but I am 41 years old, married, and have never been on a date in my life.
It looks like I am just as well off having missed the experience.
I once got back together with an old gf (I’ll call her Elly) after she called me up and told me we could get into a nightclub for free because she had connections with the guy who ran the place.
We go there, sure enough she talks to the guy at the entrance and we get in free. I think it’s going to be a great evening. I go to the bar and get a couple of drinks. I see a dude selling the Sunday paper. I think who in the hell is going to buy the Sunday paper at a nightclub on Saturday night. Guess who does.
Elly’s got the paper all taken apart and laid out all over the booth table. She’s reading the comics. She says “Oh my god, why did they move Cathy to a different place?” I try to make conversation but she’s too engrossed in the paper. I tell her I’m going to look at the band. She never came up with me. She spent the rest of the night looking at the goddamned paper.
Then I remember why we broke up in the first place…
How did you meet your wife if you didn’t go on dates? Did you have an arranged marriage?
If so, I think you should start an “Ask the” thread on that subject.
I went out with a guy I’d just happened to meet on the street a few days earlier. As we were driving through the University area of Albuquerque he suddenly pulled over and jumped out of the car; a few seconds later I heard a woman shreik. He jumped back into the car and drove away but a police officer came after us and pulled us over. Turned out he had pinched the woman on the rear; the policeman asked me if I knew my date was making sexual advances. I hadn’t and I was so embarrassed and upset by the incident that I became physically ill. I don’t know if he was charged with anything–after that I didn’t go out with him again.
Met her and her fiance socially. The three of us went into business together briefly. When I met them their relationship was going bad. I provided support for her as things went down hill in their relationship. When they broke up the business broke up as well. She was living with him so she wound up unemployed and homeless. I invited her to live with me until she got on her feet. It didn’t take long after that for us to realize that we were pretty much made for each other.
So, no, it wasn’t arranged.
Am I the only person reading this thread to see if anybody I went on a date with in the past is now a doper?
Back in the StoneAge, I went on a double date with my best friend, the guy she liked, and his best friend. I didn’t want to go, but she thought the world would end if she couldn’t spend some time with the guy, and didn’t know him well enough to go by herself.
We started out at the pool hall(?), then the guys wanted to ‘go for a drive’, to the next county over. Coincidentally, there was an after hours liquor store there. O-kay…
They weren’t in too bad shape yet, so they decided to pull off and ‘park’. We didn’t agree. They did it, anyway.
After much wrestling, and disagreements, they got out to visit a tree.
Over my friend’s protest, I took the car, and left them there.
I drove her home, left the car at the pool hall, keys under the floor mat, and walked to my house.
She told me the next day that neither guy was pleased.
I told her I didn’t really give a furry rat’s ass what they, (or she) thought, and to NEVER to ask me to do something like that again.
I wondered that at the time, and I later asked her about them. She said they were for church. Since she eventually dumped me because I wasn’t “religious enough”, I assumed she wasn’t reading for laughs.
Used to come home on leave from the military and Mom would have me set up with dates with her friends or my sisters friends to proms, school dances, church dances, some were high school kids, some were college girls. So I knew, some I had never met or heard of. Mom bought the flowers if any were needed and would pitch-in on the $$$ if a fancy place was called for.
Had a good time every time, no pressure, no jealously, no expectations, unfortunately, no rest on leave either… :: sigh ::::
Ok, I give up…with the fear of appearing so naive…
What are Chick Tracts?
I haven’t had a date from hell really… Unfortunately, I’ve been a date from hell once…
I met a girl a long time ago, at summer camp when we were 14. Her name is Katie. We kept in touch for years, and we ended up going to the same college. During our freshman year, Katie called me up and asked if I wanted to go see a volleyball game and a movie with her. Sounds good, I said. I asked her if she minded if a friend of mine came along, since I had already made some tentitive plans. See, It didn’t really occur to me that this was supposed to be a date. She said ok…
So, I brought along a friend. A girl. A girl who I was in the beginning stages of dating… It didn’t even occur to me at the time, that I brought a girl to a date. The girl I was with told me later that she could tell exactly what was up. I guess women are more in tune to what each other are thinking and expressing… Also, I am apparently clueless.
I’m still friends with Katie. We laugh about it occasionally 
btw, Golden Gun, This story is for you 
My first, and last, blind date is the subjectof this story. I was set up by a mutual friend. This was a “favor” to my friend because her friend was “having a hard time finding dates”. I obliged and took her friend to a movie and dinner.
The first not-so-shocking discovery was ther my date was extremely overweight. Hence the reason, “having a hard time finding dates”.
Fast Foreward through boring dinner…she tries to hold hands with me in the theatre - I pulled away…Fast Foreward through boring movie…I drop her off at her car, which was at my house. She tells me that she had a great time and that she’ll call me. Phew! Thank God thats done… That ended around 9:00 p.m.
3:00 a.m. the next morning the phone rings. My date, “I was attacked on the way home. Some black man jumped into my car when I stoped at a stop sign. He raped me. I’m at the hospital”. I respond with genuine concern, “Oh my God, are you o.k.? Which hospital? Which room? Do you want me to call your family? What do you want me to do?” I was terrified.
She refuses to tell me which hospital. She refuses to tell me which room. She insists that I do not call her family or go see her, or even call the hospital. She says that she just got done with the rape kit and she’s looking at mugshit books trying to identify the assailant. She says that she has to go and that she will call me later. She mentions that she would like to go out with me again soon.
4:00 a.m. She calls me again. This time there’s really bad news, “I’m pregnant. And I might have a disease. The attacker got me pregnant and probably infected me.” At this point my brain is operating in the uncharted territory of legendary sympathy. I am completely out of words to console her. My brain is so preoccupied with her tragedy that it is not thinking clearly. More on this later. Once again she refuses to tell me where she is and won’t give me any info. She says, “The doctor told me that they know I’m pregnant because of a blood sugar spike that showed up on a test”. She didn’t explain the speed at which they tested her for the “disease” (I didn’t ask which one). She hung up hurridly after a muffled whisper to an unknown party.
8:00 a.m. She calls me and asks me if I would go out with her tonight. I try asking her if she’s o.k. and try to get more details about last night - where it happened, did they catch the guy, etc. She is very vague and evasive. I tell her that I’m busy and maybe some other time.
9:00 a.m. I call my dad’d girlfriend because she is a woman. I ask her if it is possible to detect pregnancy within 6 hours of sex. She tells me absolutely not. I ask about the diesase thing also…she tells em that it is highly unlikely to test that soon for that also. I start getting suspicious.
10:00 a.m. I call the metro police and county police to find out if there was any reported attacks last night. They both told me there was nothing even remotely close to that reported. I call the two local hospitals and ask if there was a patient there by the name of my date…nope.
Over the next week, my date called me no less than 30 times asking me out and such. She stopped calling at the week.
About 6 months later I ran into my friend that set me up with my date. I told her my story about the date and she told me this, “She (the date) tole me that YOU stalked HER for a week after the TERRIBLE date that you had. She didn’t say anything about any attack. Hmmm…Well she had a nickname when we were kids. She was called (Her name) the Liar. Apparantly she had a problem with making up stories and lying a lot” I told her that information would have been nice to know BEFORE THE DATE! Then I told her not to ever set me up with anyone.
Lovelyluka:
I was working at a law firm, and this guy came in, looked at me and said “wow.” So I offered him a cup of coffee, and he said “wow” again. I just thought the coffee must smell good. So I smiled at him, and once he had left, didn’t think about him again. Until he called, that is, and asked me out to lunch. I had been single for about a year by then, and though the guy was 33 and I was 24 at the time, I figured - what the hell? So we went out. Lunch was ok but not really great, and I thought he thought the same thing. I just assumed that would be it. But he called me nearly ever hour for two days - it got so bad I couldn’t sleep for the phone ringing. I thought my roommate would kill me.
Finally, after avoiding the phone all weekend, I went back to work on Monday, and of course the guy called because I couldn’t avoid answering the phone. He asked me to dinner and sounded so pathetic I said yes. When he came to pick me up, I was prepared to ask him to leave me alone, but he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. When I said no, he told me that he had “sensed” that I wanted to kiss him, and that maybe we should just have sex before he left. I stared at him completely aghast. I thought he was joking! I said no way. He asked if I would at least kiss him, but I said no again. He actually asked me why. Then he told me that I was the type of woman he could fall in love with and that I should move with him to Arizona. I said absolutely not and asked him to leave. Finally he left.
Here’s the weirdest part, though. He was married two weeks later. As his mother was a client of the attorney I was looking for, I got all the dirt on the wedding. Apparently he had only known her for a week and he was “so smitten, he just had to have her.” Huh. I guess he proposed to most women until he found one that would marry him on the spot.
A woman my wife and I know (I won’t be more specific) dated a guy for several months. It was kind of a struggle, with many competing neuroses and emotional challenges, but it didn’t go bad until three rather sudden developments — an Event and two Confessions.
First, the guy’s dogs killed one of her cats. Then, he told her he’d been in the military as an assassin/sniper, hitting “targets” in Central America. And then, he told her he’d been married once before, but his wife was killed when he shot her, “accidentally.”
And the woman called us for advice, wondering if she should break it off. :rolleyes:
When I was in college, I was a rather stereotypical “risk-taker.” I wasn’t very happy with my life, for a number of reasons that actually had more to do with other people than myself. Thus, I was a little less than, um, careful when choosing men. There was a guy who lived in my apartment building that I had kind of become friends with. Let’s call him Drew, because that was his name.
Drew looked almost exactly like Ryan Phillipe (That kid in Cruel Intentions). Naturally, I found him attractive. We hung out a lot- every day for about a week -:rolleyes: - so I decided that we were in a relationship -:rolleyes:- and decided it would be okay to sleep with him.
The next morning, he brought me breakfast in bed. I felt pretty strange about ten minutes later, so I went back to sleep. He came to bed a while later. More frolicking ensued. I woke up the next morning, feeling as if I had a hangover. He brought me some coffee. The hangover feelings were replaced by more strange, lightheaded feelings. I went back to sleep. Repeat the previous evening.
This went on for, apparently, several days. I would get up occasionally to pee. Drew brought me food, drink and sex. I didn’t really know what was going on 99.9% of the time. I have a hazy memory of trying to go back to my apartment at one point, but Drew told me I seemed too sick and I should stay there so he could take care of me.
During this time, several of my friends started to worry about me, having not seen or heard from me in several days. They found me, because genius Drew decided to throw a party. Two close friends wandered into his bedroom and found me babbling like an idiot and (I shit you not) playing with an orange peel, which I claimed was a rubber chicken. We all found out later that Drew had been drugging me.
I was promptly taken home to be nursed by my buddies.
Drew had to drop out of school to return home for rehabilitation. (Of the physical nature. I understand it is very difficult to defend yourself in a dark stairwell.
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I was a dumb 17 year old. :smack:
I have to say that I’ve never really been on a date, but this is the closest thing I’ve done that qualifies:
I was at one of those bars with some friends, where they have the “Mailbox” game happening (in other words, you wear a number, and people can leave you messeges in your mailbox, you message them back, etc…)
There were only 4 women in the room- myself, my friend, and two others, one of whom I found quite attractive. My friend and I had been at a fancy dress party and were dressed up as men, complete with (fake) beards (made out of eyebrow pencil). I ended up messaging one of the women back and forth for a while, and we set up a time to meet for coffee.
I meet her, and have a great time, we talk for ages… and then she asks me about the beard (which I’m not wearing, because I haven’t been at a fancy dress party as a man). Turns out that the only reason she wanted to meet me for coffee was because she and her friend had a bet on about whether my beard was real or not :smack:
guess it must have been kinda too dark to tell in that night club :o
Wow, hyper, did you ever press charges of rape?