Zig...I am Captain Planet!Join Date: 2002-10-23Member: 1576Members
then just tell him that it didn't work out for you. if it makes you feel any better, state his qualities "you are a very kind person, you look great in red" etc.
he'll get a hint, i'm sure... and if he doesn't.. well... <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin-Athena+Jul 23 2004, 02:12 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Athena @ Jul 23 2004, 02:12 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Grayduck: I'm still waiting on that to happen to me ;p<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> It will, and it'll be when you least expect it.
Well, the Morlocks are a subspecies of humans who, after hundreds of thousands of years of living underground to escape the effects of war on the surface have mutated into light fearing cannibals. They come to the surface at night and use elaborate tricks to entice the Eloi, the descendents of those that remained above, into their traps and such.
Clearly by the time the time traveller crops up the Morlocks have been at it for long enough to create relatively docile and willing herd animals of the Eloi, but the time traveller managed to make a difference in the end.
So, yeah, we are the morlocks. We are the future, you are our food. Respect us. Phear us.
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Grayduck, what you said earlier, I couldnt have summed up how I view things better myself. Great minds think alike <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
I generally only want to start a relationship if it's going to last a long time, and be a major committment. Hence I've had only 3 first dates, and in none of them did I try and do anything except get to know the girl.
I'm probably not the best person to comment on this particular issue then. I am happily engaged to the girl of my dreams, but I'd attribute that more to luck than anything else.
Really, I don't expect anything. If a girl wants dinner and a movie, she gets dinner and a movie. She wants a hug, she gets a hug. She wants children... I'm gone.
Gather round, children, and I'll tell you the story of my first girlfriend, or as I like to call it, the <span style='font-family:Impact'><span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:red'>DATES FROM HELL!!!!!</span></span></span>
So, I meet this girl in July of sophmore year of high school. She moves in right down the street (about 100 feet away) She goes to my church, and we end up walking home from school together. I see her at least every day, and end up falling seriously, madly in love with her. Early in January, the buzz around our group of friends is the sweetheart's dance coming up in a month and a half, and over AIM, I ask her as a topic of conversation, if she was planning on going.
She replys, mistakenly, in the wrong window, "Yeah, sure, I'll go with you."
So, I about crap myself, let out a resounding wh00t, and talk to her about the dance and who's going with who.
<span style='color:white'>DATE #1)</span> That night, we all go sledding, and she's there, and tells me it was just a mistake. Legion.ego -=10000. About a half our goes by, and I gather up the courage to ask her for real. She smiles, blushes, and says she'd love to. 5 minutes later, we all go down the hill in a giant Globule-Of-Sledding-Dewm. Her head smacks against the head of someone else, and my dream girl is knocked out cold. Concussion. Call the squad. Call her parents. Gnashing of teeth ensues. Parents are very understanding, but Sandy(not her real name, don't really think that's appropriate) still has to get checked out at the hospital.
<span style='color:white'>DATE #2)</span> A few weeks later, the people that we were going to the dance with (Group of 6 of us, all good friends) decide that we should go out and hang out as a triple-date before the big night. So, we go ice skating. Girls stick to themselves because one of them has a problem at home. After the rink closes, we all decide to walk over to a coffee shop about .25 miles away for some hot choclate. Commence walking. Sandy feels woozy about half way there, and just as we get there, she gets all light-headed, and drops to her knees. She gets really cold, and has a hard time keeping attentive. We get her onto a chair, I give her my coat and flag down a rentacop. Call the squad. She's got hypoglycemia, and hadn't eaten enough sugar the day before. Call her dad, who gives her a shot of glucose and takes her home. Again, I about crap myself, and head home without so much as holding her hand.
<span style='color:white'>DATE #3)</span> Dance gets postponed due to snow emergency. Shortly after the emergency clears, we decide we're just going to go hang out, me and her. We go to a coffee shop, sit down chat for a while. She says she's just not into the whole dating thing, doesn't feel secure in a dating relationship, doesn't feel excited like she thinks she should about it, and says we shouldn't see each other anymore.
So, after six months of the most incredible crush I've ever had, of building a framework for an incredible relationship, after having my first two dates end in flashing lights, it all goes to **** in one night, just because she doesn't feel like she thinks she should.
Oh, but it doesn't end there. Our geographical proximitity, and the fact that we're both really involved in the same church means that I see her at least everyday, and at least 2 days a week for more than 4 hours at a time. For the year following the incidents described, we could have only filled this paragraph with dialogue.
I still see her every few days, and until just a month or two ago when another girl caught my eye, it's hurt every single time.
And the lesson of this story is: <span style='color:white'>"Don't expect much from first dates. Be happy with what you get."</span>
Anyone think I could get a custom title out of it? <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
I think the concept of dating someone you just met is flawed(in the traditional dancing, restaurant, movies etc. sense). What is wrong with just being friends and seeing if something grows out of it eventually? I wouldn't go out on anything resembling a date if it wasn't someone I was good friends with to begin with.
the reason i dont go out all that much is because i think that her being able to root my box is a rational expectation (no, that is not a metaphor ... g33x0r)
Zig...I am Captain Planet!Join Date: 2002-10-23Member: 1576Members
edited July 2004
<!--QuoteBegin-Soylent green+Jul 23 2004, 09:29 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Soylent green @ Jul 23 2004, 09:29 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> I think the concept of dating someone you just met is flawed(in the traditional dancing, restaurant, movies etc. sense). What is wrong with just being friends and seeing if something grows out of it eventually? I wouldn't go out on anything resembling a date if it wasn't someone I was good friends with to begin with. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> then this particular <b><span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:red'>DATE FROM HELL</span></span></b> is right up your alley.
i meet this girl at a dance at another school. i get her number, and we talk for a while, and decide to meet up at another dance.
we end up messing around and spiraling into a doomed, soulless relationship of flesh and few words, and the eventual catastrophic breakup leaves both parties broken and miserable.
<!--QuoteBegin-CommunistWithAGun+Jul 24 2004, 01:44 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (CommunistWithAGun @ Jul 24 2004, 01:44 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> wouldnt it be you rooting HER box? HO HO <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> a - no metaphor b - my box (seems) somewhat secure, i'll need something to do c - get your mind out of the gutter and tell me if there's an efficient way to crack RSA encrypted files. if she does gain root, some things are best left unseen
all my first dates (2) were all blind dates with plenty of friends around (mostly of the lady in question) and just me and my best friend. but since I'm really really shy and non much of a talker I don't expect much exspecially with women I don't know at all.
Personally for those that know me, I have never dated. I don't ever want to date someone I don't trust. I don't like being around people I don't know ever since I was assaulted. The guy was attacking my friend and I said leave him alone. Next thing I know, my jaw is broken and I am wondering where the hell I am. Seeing as how I blacked out. Sorry for getting off topic, but I honestly don't trust many people. And when my trust is betrayed. That's it, its over and stay away. I have almost no friends and sadly despite my best efforts, my life has become this god forsaken computer screen. And if I ever do go on a date, I always have a policy, respect others feelings.
DeathKnight, I think theres a bit more room in the bunker here, but you'll have to get a bit close to the mutant worms of dewm...
Your life parallels mine <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
ThansalThe New ScumJoin Date: 2002-08-22Member: 1215Members, Constellation
atm, I think Legio is at the top.....
Falls madly inlove with a diabetic first date they call the squad for a cuncusion second date she forgets to eat enugh sugar (and aparently dosn't cary instaglucose) and the squad comes out again third date she decides she dosn't wana see him again.......
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->What is wrong with just being friends and seeing if something grows out of it eventually? I wouldn't go out on anything resembling a date if it wasn't someone I was good friends with to begin with. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
That can go both ways, actually. This (what I started this thread about) was one of my (very) few dates with someone I barely knew; pretty much all my other dates have been with friends.
If I date a friend, I know it's a friend, while if I date someone who isn't, they better become one - or why would I continue to date them? Conversely, if I'm already friends with someone, I may not be able to think of them differently, or I'll be worried to lose them as a friend if the romantic relationship doesn't work out - we don't even have to *start* a romantic relationship sometimes. They ask, I feel uncomfortable with it and turn them down, and I guess being heartbroken is enough that they don't feel they can hang out with me anymore. or something.
Legion: I always wondered about that. "Code of Men" as in - if your buddy likes someone, you can't go after her yourself, even if the girl has turned him down?
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he'll get a hint, i'm sure... and if he doesn't.. well... <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif' /><!--endemo-->
It will, and it'll be when you least expect it.
"Pivo.....pivo.........PIVO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Well, the Morlocks are a subspecies of humans who, after hundreds of thousands of years of living underground to escape the effects of war on the surface have mutated into light fearing cannibals. They come to the surface at night and use elaborate tricks to entice the Eloi, the descendents of those that remained above, into their traps and such.
Clearly by the time the time traveller crops up the Morlocks have been at it for long enough to create relatively docile and willing herd animals of the Eloi, but the time traveller managed to make a difference in the end.
So, yeah, we are the morlocks. We are the future, you are our food. Respect us. Phear us.
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Grayduck, what you said earlier, I couldnt have summed up how I view things better myself. Great minds think alike <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
I'm probably not the best person to comment on this particular issue then. I am happily engaged to the girl of my dreams, but I'd attribute that more to luck than anything else.
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So, I meet this girl in July of sophmore year of high school. She moves in right down the street (about 100 feet away) She goes to my church, and we end up walking home from school together. I see her at least every day, and end up falling seriously, madly in love with her. Early in January, the buzz around our group of friends is the sweetheart's dance coming up in a month and a half, and over AIM, I ask her as a topic of conversation, if she was planning on going.
She replys, mistakenly, in the wrong window, "Yeah, sure, I'll go with you."
So, I about crap myself, let out a resounding wh00t, and talk to her about the dance and who's going with who.
<span style='color:white'>DATE #1)</span> That night, we all go sledding, and she's there, and tells me it was just a mistake. Legion.ego -=10000. About a half our goes by, and I gather up the courage to ask her for real. She smiles, blushes, and says she'd love to. 5 minutes later, we all go down the hill in a giant Globule-Of-Sledding-Dewm. Her head smacks against the head of someone else, and my dream girl is knocked out cold. Concussion. Call the squad. Call her parents. Gnashing of teeth ensues. Parents are very understanding, but Sandy(not her real name, don't really think that's appropriate) still has to get checked out at the hospital.
<span style='color:white'>DATE #2)</span> A few weeks later, the people that we were going to the dance with (Group of 6 of us, all good friends) decide that we should go out and hang out as a triple-date before the big night. So, we go ice skating. Girls stick to themselves because one of them has a problem at home. After the rink closes, we all decide to walk over to a coffee shop about .25 miles away for some hot choclate. Commence walking. Sandy feels woozy about half way there, and just as we get there, she gets all light-headed, and drops to her knees. She gets really cold,
and has a hard time keeping attentive. We get her onto a chair, I give her my coat and flag down a rentacop. Call the squad. She's got hypoglycemia, and hadn't eaten enough sugar the day before. Call her dad, who gives her a shot of glucose and takes her home. Again, I about crap myself, and head home without so much as holding her hand.
<span style='color:white'>DATE #3)</span> Dance gets postponed due to snow emergency. Shortly after the emergency clears, we decide we're just going to go hang out, me and her. We go to a coffee shop, sit down chat for a while. She says she's just not into the whole dating thing, doesn't feel secure in a dating relationship, doesn't feel excited like she thinks she should about it, and says we shouldn't see each other anymore.
So, after six months of the most incredible crush I've ever had, of building a framework for an incredible relationship, after having my first two dates end in flashing lights, it all goes to **** in one night, just because she doesn't feel like she thinks she should.
Oh, but it doesn't end there. Our geographical proximitity, and the fact that we're both really involved in the same church means that I see her at least everyday, and at least 2 days a week for more than 4 hours at a time. For the year following the incidents described, we could have only filled this paragraph with dialogue.
I still see her every few days, and until just a month or two ago when another girl caught my eye, it's hurt every single time.
And the lesson of this story is: <span style='color:white'>"Don't expect much from first dates. Be happy with what you get."</span>
Anyone think I could get a custom title out of it? <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Hey, not my fault she broke herself and then went crazy <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->.
Ooh. I can see the mods doing that one too <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
And yeah, those would qualify as dates from hell.
then this particular <b><span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:red'>DATE FROM HELL</span></span></b> is right up your alley.
i meet this girl at a dance at another school. i get her number, and we talk for a while, and decide to meet up at another dance.
we end up messing around and spiraling into a doomed, soulless relationship of flesh and few words, and the eventual catastrophic breakup leaves both parties broken and miserable.
the end.
a - no metaphor
b - my box (seems) somewhat secure, i'll need something to do
c - get your mind out of the gutter and tell me if there's an efficient way to crack RSA encrypted files. if she does gain root, some things are best left unseen
Your life parallels mine <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
As I said earlier, we geeks and aspergers shall inherit the earth, and create a super society of morlocks! REJOICE!
Falls madly inlove with a diabetic
first date they call the squad for a cuncusion
second date she forgets to eat enugh sugar (and aparently dosn't cary instaglucose) and the squad comes out again
third date she decides she dosn't wana see him again.......
dude, 2 dates with a 911 and a 3rd and last.
/me passes Legion large chocolate bar.
He followed the "Code of Men" and never liked her too much anyway, so it was all good.
BTW, Diabetic = Persion with too much glucose in their blood. She had too little.
Just gets better and better, doesn't it? As much as I hate emo music, it's ironic how much bitching I do about it.
That can go both ways, actually. This (what I started this thread about) was one of my (very) few dates with someone I barely knew; pretty much all my other dates have been with friends.
If I date a friend, I know it's a friend, while if I date someone who isn't, they better become one - or why would I continue to date them? Conversely, if I'm already friends with someone, I may not be able to think of them differently, or I'll be worried to lose them as a friend if the romantic relationship doesn't work out - we don't even have to *start* a romantic relationship sometimes. They ask, I feel uncomfortable with it and turn them down, and I guess being heartbroken is enough that they don't feel they can hang out with me anymore. or something.
Legion: I always wondered about that. "Code of Men" as in - if your buddy likes someone, you can't go after her yourself, even if the girl has turned him down?