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Post by petrushka on May 7, 2016 19:43:01 GMT -5
I knew this gorgeous woman - I knew her from the neighbourhood pub where I went for an hour or two in the evening, hanging on to a pint of ale and, often, shooting some pool. We got quite chummy (we were all quite chummy there, invited each other to our houses etc) and one day she asked me up for a cup of coffee. I told her that I was quite interested in getting to know her better and maybe take our relationship up a level.
She told me that that was very complimentary and that she appreciated it, but she could not concentrate on that kind of relationship at the moment because in her world it was more important just now to fight against the plans by the German government to sell a couple of submarines to fascist Pinochet in Chile.
w.t.f. No submarines for Chile? I am pretty sure he did NOT use submarines to kill his political internees. {eye roll}
That was about the most bizarre "thanks, but no thanks" almost-date brush off that I've ever received. Still have to laugh when I think of it.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2016 0:35:41 GMT -5
I love these "dating" stories. How sad is that?
Anyhow, I just have to share one. Many, many years ago, there was a bunch of us who worked together (well, not really together, together, but for the same company) and we all used to hang out after work on Fridays. There was this angelic girl from Accounting, The Incredibly Beautiful Elaine, way out of my league, but we always had fun together. I knew she was interested in my friend, Scooter (name changed to protect the innocent -- wouldn't if be a bitch if Elaine -- not changing her name,she was never innocent -- and/or Scooter were reading this), but he had no interest in her so I figured she might be fair game. Anyhow to make a long story short, one Friday I summoned up all my courage and asked her out. To my astonishment, she said "yes". We went to one of the best restaurants, sparing no expense, had a couple of drinks and a great meal with, for me anyhow, sparkling conversation. Wow. Me and The Incredibly Beautiful Elaine. On a date. And I hadn't made an idiot of myself. Not yet, anyhow.
After dessert, we went for a walk by the river in the moonlight. Wow. Me. Moonlight. River. Light breeze, just cool enough. I couldn't help but notice, uh,, Incredibly Beautiful Nipples hardening under her soft dress (forgive the explicit language -- I should not speak so pointedly of my Goddess). Perfect evening. I'm with The Incredibly Beautiful Elaine. Pinch me, I'm dreaming.
Me: *likely something unbearably dorky* The Incredibly Beautiful Elaine: "RR, can I ask you something?" Me: "Sure, anything." My mind raced. Did she want to know if I would marry her? Have her children? Did she want to confess her most wanton sexual fantasy? The Incredibly Beautiful Elaine: "You know Scooter pretty well, right? Do you know if he likes me?" No, we weren't still in high school, in case you're wondering. Me: "Uh..." *followed by something likely even dorkier*
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somewhat later, at her door
TIBE: "Thank you for a great evening." as The Incredibly Beautiful Elaine took my hand in hers. Has she decided that I might be desirable after all? Me: "Yeah... It was wonderful. You are..." I put my arm around her. She moved closer. My hand nestled into her soft curves. I could feel her warmth against me. Would I actually be permitted to kiss The Incredibly Beautiful Elaine? My heart raced. TIBE: "About Scooter, do you think he likes me?"
No, there was no good-night kiss. Or second date.
Lesson learned number one. If someone seems too good to be true, she probably is.
Lesson learned number two. Karma is real. In the fullness of time, Scooter married Elaine's best friend.
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