People make lots of uncharacteristic decisions to get closer to people they find attractive, be they good, bad, or just plain weird. I’m not interested in the good decisions in which you found your the love of your life and everything was sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows. No offense, but those stories are dull.
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[li]In Leonard Cohen’s song “Famous Blue Raincoat” he asks, “Did you ever go clear?” Until I learned more about Scientology I thought it was metaphorical, and later I had to dig. It turns out that Cohen was briefly a member, and that he joined Scientology because it was a “good place to meet women.” As good a reason as any, and better than most.[/li][li]In an interview Steve Martin explained why he changed his college major to Philosophy thusly, “Well, there was this girl…” Say no more, I know what you mean because of…[/li][li]…a girl in a lot of my classes freshman year of high school. Not beautiful, but a cute, effervescent, fireplug of a girl, and I was instantly smitten. Dropdad was involved in the township Republican Party because “there was this job” (a similar situation for another thread) and he needed help from our Republican senator to land it. The girl turned out to be in the township’s TeenAged Republicans, my Thursday nights were open, so I joined, making me an official Republican for several years :eek:. She had a boyfriend in the club, but there were plenty more pretty Republican girls to distract me.[/li][/ul]
So, what are some silly, weird, or bad decisions you made because you wanted to get into someone’s pants?
When I was 16 I was madly in lust with this boy named Damon. He lived a couple of hours South of here. I just had to get there to see him, so I sold my clarinet, sewing machine and a few other things. I gave one of my friends $100 to drive me down there. I met him there, and we got a motel room for the night. When I woke up in the morning, he was gone, and I never heard from him again. That left me stranded a couple of hours from home. It would have been worse if I had slept with him, but I’m glad I didn’t.
So you two just cuddled all night with no sex? Sounds sweet.
Thanks for posting. The results I’ve been getting when I start a thread lately have me thinking I should just start a blog. What do kids use for that these days? Facebook wants to post my real name and shit. And I think they have a character limit. Not as onerous as Twitter–I can’t say hello in 140 characters–but a limit.
I once booked a plane ticket from one end of the country I was living in to the other, just to spend a few days with an attractive person I barely knew, with no promise of anything really happening. Approaching to land at the destination airport, I experienced the only “touch-and-go” of my life --you know, when an unexpected obstacle forces the pilot to abort the landing, crank up the jets, and climb steeply. Though actually pretty routine, it feels scary. No one in my life (but the girl) knew I was making that trip – so I was mortified, imagining the questions that would have arisen among my friends and family had the plane crashed and I perished.
Years ago, an attractive woman about my age asked if I wanted to join her discussion group. I went along.
Turned out they were Moonies. I had a lot of fun interrupting their indoctrination (they say, “save all questions until the end.” I though, “Fuck that” and asked away). I’d been taking courses in political philosophy so knew how to analyze what they were saying, and asked a bunch of questions that kept them from sticking to the script. When I got bored, I took a bus back to my apartment.
When I was in college, Physics 2 was required for CS majors… until the semester I signed up for it. It was well known as “E-Mag, Re-Mag, Three-Mag” because of the high fail rate. The semester I signed up, they made it so CS majors could take any lab science, not just physics (I’m oversimplifying here). So I could have switched out of the class, with the only penalty being a W on the transcript (which nobody cares about). And I should have too, since I was regularly failing tests because I was too busy working a full-time job to be studying for physics too.
But, in our lab of 30, we were divided into groups of three, and the only two girls in the class were in my group, and they were both ahem well, that class is the only one I failed in college, but you know there were these two girls…
I had just broken up with this chick, and decided to contact one that I had a brief affair with that lived in L. A. I called her up and she said to come right down. It was 1500 miles from my home to L. A.
A day and a half later, I knock on her door. She opens it, screams and gives me a big hug, then says:
"I wish you had called a couple of weeks ago, I just got married, but you can stay with us!
Her hubby comes along, he’s a foot taller than me, 50 pounds heavier and just out of prison.
Wtf! I stayed that night, he didn’t kill me, and in the morning I hopped back in my car and drove home.
I wonder whatever happened to Erlinda?
On a Greek Island I paid 30 Euros for a Grecian Urn which was probably worth about 4 Euros (I am quite frugal generally), because there was a rather hot chick who was the salesgirl. It… has pride of place in my parents drawing room and my mother still gets laughs everytime she relates the story. (I was about 17 at the time).
In college I took the pre law course only because the lecturer was insanely good looking and sexy. I found out I was good at the coursework and never looked back since.
When I was 15, I took a pottery course because teacher was one I had a crush on.
After graduating college I found the availability of women to be greatly diminished as I settled into the working class cattle drive.
One girl where I worked was quite pretty. I finally got a date with her and came to realize quickly that she was as dumb as a rock. She was OK with affection but would rather go on for an hour or so about how her dad was the worst son-a-bitch on the planet (I think he actually may have been).
Damaged and stupid in a pretty package just wasn’t enough to keep me interested.
I had just received my first credit card and needed a new tie for work. I went to the men’s counter at Macy’s, where a very pretty young lady asked if I needed assistance. “Why, yes” I said “I’m looking for a new tie!” She asked which one I liked and I replied, as I waved my new credit card, “Oh, just give me the one! you like best!”
To this day that remains the most expensive tie I ever owned.
When asked why did I move to Atlanta, I generally say, “I came for law school”. But if I know the person well (rather than just some acquaintance asking me), I’ll indicate “Well there was this girl”… she was a year older and we were best friends in college (Rutgers - in our home state of New Jersey) up until we stumbled into a relationship at the tail end of her senior year. We had a long distance relationship in my senior year, her first year of law school (Emory Law), and then I decided to go the same law school (partially for avoiding long distance in the relationship). Of course, that relationship ended within a year…
But I like the place, so I stayed and have been 13 years.
That does remind me, I have smoked the only tobacco cigarettes (others don’t apply to this story ) because of this woman… to date those are the only tobacco cigs (I think 3 of them over a week) I have smoked - though she did go home with me one of those nights during that week, so I guess it may have been worth it?
Yeah, my main one is a “cute meet” story, but it’s not especially quirky or odd or fodder for a rom com with whoever is the new Meg Ryan, so it doesn’t qualify for this thread. It’s simply managed to last 40 years. Bo-o-o-ring!
I was 18, right out of high school when I met an older woman (21!) and we fell in love. So she left her fiancé (whose existence I knew nothing about).
Her mother was furious with me for ruining her daughter’s life and threatened to kill me.
Greyhound Busline had a $75 one way 30 day special. I bussed from Pittsburgh to Sacramento and crashed with friends of my family. My plan was to stay in California forever. About a week later the girl western unioned me money for a plane ticket home, saying her mom had calmed down (a lie).
