I, too, am supposedly one of those “Nice guys” to at least half a dozen girls (all good friends, actually). So I don’t even bother anymore.
Nowadays, my idea of a “Good Date” is when I get good lag on Battle.Net. 
This sounds like a clever euphamism for a smack in the chops! 
Zette
The above post is meant as a joke. I in no way endorse hitting anyone. Thank you.
Once when I had been dating someone for some time, we had this phone exchange:
Me: “Would you like to go to the art gallery with me tomorrow? You’ve been wanting to go for a while.”
She: “Um, I don’t know how to tell you this…but my ex-boyfriend John has shown up.” (Note: John had come from New Zealand. We were in Toronto.)
Me: “Oh…how long is he here for?”
She: “Two weeks.”
Me: (trying to salvage something) “Well…maybe we could all go, and go to a bar afterwards.”
She: “Er…I don’t think he’d like to see me with another guy…he’s been manic depressive, you know.”
Needless to say, our relationship went downhill with great speed after that.
Him: I’m gay. (You know who you are, and you’ve broken my heart.)
Seriously, that “You’re like a sister to me” line gets old fast. Give me a break. :rolleyes:
lines used to dump people by?
Once I was told: “I love you, but I’m not in love with you.”
Actually any answer is good as far as I’m concerned. The worst that happened to me was was when I caught a girl’s attention, walked up said something basic like “Hi, are you here with anyone?” She completely ignored me and just looked right through me until I left. Bitch
A few months ago I met a nice girl who reciprocated the interest (bear with me here). We actually made it to the going out phase and did so several times, going through the usual flirting, hand-holding and… well, you know… scenarios. In fact she was very impressed with the ‘y’know’ phase.
Both being very busy we didn’t get the chance to catch up that much so we’d been limited to our handful of dates.
Then one day she cancelled our next date with an email saying “I’m sorry I can’t make it tonight and I have the lamest excuse. My partner just rang and he’s got a dinner meeting tonight… blah blah blah”
Yep, you read right: partner. Of course I checked and no it WASN’T a business partner.
And she got upset when I stopped returning her phone calls and emails!
I have gotten the typical “We are too good friends.” “You are like a sister to me.” “Kissing you feels like kissing my mother.” These are all from the same person too. And thank god I finally got over him. Grrr…I feel like Blinder bashing, maybe I should start a new thread.
Sophomore (suffer-more) year of high school:
Me: “Uh, I was wondering… would you go with me to the Sophomore Banquet?”
Him: “Ummmmm… I’ll let you know… later…”
He meant much later, apparently. 
He asked me out five months ago. I said no.
There was this girl in the 9th grade that was really cute and really nice to me. She went to a different school, so I only knew her a little. I decided to give it a shot…it went basically like this:
Dave: You’re a really nice person, and I’d like to get to know you better. Do you want to go out to lunch sometime?
Her: Yeah, here’s my number. How about Thursday?
Dave: Sure, that’s fine.
Thursday rolls along, and we meet there…only she’s with this other guy. She says: “Oh, I was never interested in you in the first place, I just wanted free food from you and this other guy.”
What a great first experience, huh.
Sounds like you dodged a bullet. Be thankful.
What if you’d gone out and then been told “You must get rejected a lot” after she’d ordered the lobster?
winces
Ooooh Monster takes a hit! Mate that sucks! And yet it’s becoming more prevalent. I worked at a university for six years and I know too many 18-22 yo girls who are ** proud ** of the fact they can go out with $10 in their pocket, get very, very drunk, go to four or five different clubs and come home still with their $10 in their pocket. They think nothing of flirting outrageously with people they’re not interested in - in fact those are the better sort as they’re easier to manipulate (the girl’s words not mine).
And in a few years they’ll wonder why men aren’t as trusting.
I had met up with a blind date at a coffee place, and we had sat and talked for a while–I actually thought that we hit it off nicely. No huge sparks or anything like that, but it had been a pleasant evening. I email him about three days later, saying that I had a nice time, and how he’d like to meet to go to a movie the next weekend.
His response?
“Well, I’m just the type that would rather have no company at all than bad company.”
Asshole.
Java, you should reply to him: You just convinced me to be the same way.
As for dodging a bullet with the girl I mentioned, I don’t think so. To me, I would rather torture myself over what I did WRONG on a date (see… I can improve here if I work at it) rather than what is WRONG with me right from the start that someone would be so rude.
Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t all that (which made it worse) and I am not ripping myself apart over her.
She has actually done me a favor, I know that I wont get a worse line.
I also heard a friend of mine say the perfect comeback line to ANY nasty rejection and I wish I knew it back then. We were out playing pool and he was just talking to everyone (he is like that) and made a really nice run on the pool table. He misses a shot and just turns to the girl that was next to him and said “Thought I was going to run them all there” and she literally looked up and down him, rolled her eyes and turned away. He then shot right back, “You know, you have GOT to be a LOT better looking to blow someone that kind of attitude.” laughed and walked away from her shaking his head.
CandyMan
This has got to be one of the best comeback lines ever. You can replace “better looking” with other descriptive terms depending on the situation. Smarter, Richer, better pool player, etc… I love it, filing it away for future use.
Easy as pie. I’d excuse myself, and leave the biotch sitting there with the bill. And needing a ride home.
[hijack]
And, speaking of interesting combacks, I recall a friend who would invariably get shot down. He was relatively handsome, and charming, he just had awful luck. I recall him getting shot down by a girl one night, after asking her to dance. I don’t know what she said to him, but I recall hearing him yelling at the top of his lungs, "WHAT? WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU? I’M FREAKING HOT!!!
This was not a love connection, ladies and germs.
Me: So doll face, you wanna go to a flick sometime?
Her: Sorry…I need to go out with someone who has a smaller penis.
Me: Sorry for bothering you…
…
Me: Hey there peaches…ya wanna grab a bite?
Her: I’m sorry I can’t, your success is too much for someone like me…I’d just drag you down.
Me: Well then…go fuck yourself.
…
Me: Sup? Honey bunch? Do you think your friend over there would go home with me for a shower?
Her: Yes…yes I think she would.
Me: Well stop talkin’ and go get her you moron.
Her: hehehehehehhe…okay…you’re funny…hehehehehe
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Huh?..Wha?..Just five more minutes Mom.
At clubs, my friends and I would make up these outrageous occupations and tell them to guys that were interested in us.
We got this idea from an episode of “Mad About You”
I don’t really know why we did this… I guess it’s a little cruel.
But it was funny to see the look on a guy’s face he asks what you do and you reply,
“I’m a pipelayer”
(Keep in mind we were just a bunch of giggling girls all dressed up in little skirts… did not look at all like construction workers.)
and they inquire to know more so you drop a load of junk and with a straight and serious face you reply,
“I’m responsible for most of the pipelaying work which includes repairing and installing residential sanitary and stormwater sewer structures and pipe systems. I mostly work on the pipe layouts but occasionally I’ll operate the tandem dump truck, the backhoe, or the front end loaders.”
We’ve told a number of stories from being Circus Carnies, to mechanics…
We never really had any intention on meeting guys at the clubs. We were just there to dance!
jjjfishe - Some friends of mine and I did something similar. We would make up false identities that we would give out to girls at clubs. They all had a common theme, and we would buy the girls drinks if they figured out our ruse.
I introduced myself at Will Taft, and my friends as Jim Garfield, Jimmy Polk, Bill McKinley, etc.
The next night, we were Supreme Court Justices. I was Ollie Holmes.
jjjfishe:
Obviously you weren’t “just there to dance.”
You were there to lie and make some perfectly reasonable, unsuspecting guy seem like a moron just so you and your icebitch girlfriends could get your jollies.
I hope I never run into cruel, mind-fucking idiot women like you.