I was more surprised that there was a mod actually keeping an eye on this thread.
Whatever, grandpa–you have, what, maybe a year or two on me? Yes, I’m more than familiar with Radiohead, especially that song, which was so played out on the radio when *OK Computer *was released that the band actually refuses to ever perform it live.
They’re actually on my list of “bands I need to get off my ass and listen to more of some day.” I only have OK Computer, and I’d avoided really paying much attention to them for years, because I figured they were just another overhyped popular band. Then I actually listened to that album and realized it was amazing.
Fun fact: Milwaukee, WI is in fact the eponym for Milwaukie, OR. However, Milwaukie adopted our name when we’d changed the spelling, and they didn’t bother to change it back to -*ee *when we did.
Sorry, IC. 
Silly question–did you be sure to specify that it was a landline, or did you just say “call me”? Because personally I hate talking on the phone, and one time a few months ago I texted a guy who gave me his number, and only figured out why he was acting like he hadn’t gotten the message when he clarified later that it was a landline.
I do love that bit of trivia.
Music nerd cred: the album the song is on, True Stories, is the soundtrack for a film of the same name. The film is one of my favorites, and I have the album. On vinyl.
I saw that the latest post was from Ellen, and I assumed it was a note to knock off the “creepy” stuff. Laughed my ass off when I saw that the “Creep” references had gone completely over her head.
FTR, I will turn 33 this year.
I don’t own any of their albums, but I keep meaning to listen to more of their stuff, too.
Of course, I mentioned it was a landline. I’m smarter than that guy; I knew if I just gave her a number the above scenario would have happened.
I’m shocked that the stpetey77 got away with that. My first mod note that I can remember, and it’s a whoosh.
Well, he didn’t call you a creep, he simply said it was creepy. I wouldn’t consider that Mod-worthy.
Mine too. Over the last nine months I’ve gotten several messages I had to regretfully decline.
9 months can’t be explained but 4-5 can – every lady I know who is single seems to want to date once the weather turns better. Perhaps to walk down the street with froyo or bike on naturey trails. I have no idea why - I’d rather watch DVD’s with someone in the dead of winter – but it’s a thing all right.
Okay, about five years, then. Still not that big a gap.
Maybe she missed that part, or is an idiot. Or got busy. Or changed her mind. OR SHE HAS CANCER. I BET YOU FEEL REALLY GUILTY NOW.
Borderline. But out of anything in the thread, that was what I thought was most likely to garner attention–not a warning, but maybe a note to not step over the line into a personal insult.
I was specifically talking about 1992, when “Creep” was released, where 4.5 years would have been a lifetime, when I called you a precocious lass. If we had grown up in the same neighborhood, we wouldn’t have gone to high school at the same time.
Previously, she had taken the lead in our interaction; she messaged me on OkC, gave me her email first, and suggested we meet. Maybe she was thrown when I offered my number first. Or like you(and me), she hates the phone. I don’t mind talking on it so much, but I’ve nearly had panic attacks when I have had to make phone calls sometimes. I miss having a cell and texting.
Derp, I was totally thinking of “Karma Police,” which *was *on OK Computer, which came out when I was about 14. (Not that I was mixing up the songs themselves, but that I’d remembered something from that album getting a shit-ton of radio play and misremembered what song it was.) I think it was '93 when “Creep” was getting a lot of radio play, though, which was when the alternative rock station in Milwaukee was still awesome and I was listening to it. (In fact, that might have been around the time I *started *listening to it.) What can I say–I got an early start on having good taste in music. :shoves her old New Kids on the Block tapes and TLC CD to the back of the shelf:
Yeah, well, I saw Radiohead in concert so there. 
Last Saturday I was planning to go to a get-together with a Meetup group. We’d already met up once before, and I was looking forward to seeing them again, particularly a cute girl I’d gotten along with the first time. She posted on the Meetup site that she didn’t have a ride and really wanted to make it, but couldn’t. I chatted with her briefly on the comments page, then threw her a private email with my email address and phone number, saying I’d be happy to offer her a ride and that I’d hate to not see her at the meetup.
Dead silence. Didn’t hear from her again that day, didn’t see her at the meetup (which I was soured on by that point), and when the next event popped up, she’d RSVPed that and was chatting away with everyone else again. No idea what happened there.
Not that my situation is really similar to yours, but just to commiserate that sudden silence is really damn confusing.
*I *know you’re not a creeper, BT, but a lot of women online tend to be really cautious about guys on the internet they don’t know well. Someone you’ve met once offering a ride (i.e., he will find out where you live and get you in his car) *could *be a nice guy, or he could be something a lot more sinister. And unfortunately there’s just no polite way to say, “Thanks for the offer, but I can’t be sure yet that you’re not a rapist/serial killer.”
I’ve got very good excuse.
Strangely, saying “I can give you a ride. I am not a rapist/serial killer.” doesn’t really work, either.
Yeah, I figure. Seems to go against this particular group, though. I did specify in the message “let me know where you’d like me to pick you up,” since even I’d be sketchy about having someone I barely know pick me up directly in front of my house, and I’m pretty trusting. I figured it’d be at an intersection or a nearby park or something.
Better safe than sorry, I suppose. Can’t say it didn’t hurt, though, since we were getting along well enough.
What if you say “I can give you a ride. I am not a rapist/serial killer. I promise. Just ask my parole officer…just kidding”. It always works on TV.
In retrospect, the comment I posted on the Meetup page a few hours later (I had actually made a general offer to anyone who needed a ride, since there were a few others) about how I was disappointed that nobody wanted to ride in my nondescript van and that I had candy was proooobably not the wisest.
Although that’s exactly the thing that would make me more liable to trust you. Then again, I’m kind of weird.
If you ever need a ride from work, I’m totally picking you up in the candy van.
Oddly, one of our work vans used to be identical to that…ya know, other then the spray paint on the side. My sister (who was probably 12 or so at the time) just about melted when I picked her up from a friend’s house in it.
That washes off, I hope. Because somebody, somewhere, won’t take it as a joke. And that could make your life difficult.
Like **Robot Arm **said! I mean, what are you going to do when you’re swarmed with hordes of children clamoring for their fun-sized chocolate bars?