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how's your night eben?
Got in from work about half 2, watched Apprentice, sleeping on the sofa tonight because I agreed to have a friend sleep in mine and I thought the spare room would be free...it's not.
there were some american marines
here is an embarrassing rejection story:
once when i was at school, my so-called friend started a rumour that i fancied a popular boy. then a few days later she publicly asked him if he'd go out with me, and he responded "eugh no way, she's too spotty". so i got rejected without even asking him out or wanting to, and i got called spotty, which i wasn't particularly. Fuck you, kim.
i had a similar thing in school, my "best friend" went over and told the guy i fancied that i fancied him, or asked him if he'd be my boyfriend or something (we were like 11-12 at the time) and i ran and hid in the toilets and then in the next class i was sat next to him and EVERYONE KNEW (his reply was obviously of the negative kind. i wasn't spotty but i was a massive weirdo, and in many ways that hasn't changed in those 11-12 years that have passed)
[3:38] toadlet: marines what's your favourite Johnny Foreigner song?
WHO WAS TOADLET???
You cant just leave us hanging like that
Spill. Spill like a clumsy child.
i'm going to wait until tomorrow to decide if it's a good idea to share more than that with the internet
Im going to bet you inadvertantly set fire to him. Time to stop buying lighters from budgens.
Error, I mean. It wasn't a an actual school boy was it? 'Cos that's not allowed.
don't take it personally. he's a pussy.
though my best friend bit me in the tummy
Although no-one i live with is talking to me anymore. fuck it. i'm going home on sunday.
i have a slush puppie :D
Yah fuck em Tillance. Keep your chinny chin up. All the best.
Friend gave me a number of a girl that suposedly fancied me, started texing her.that friend then asked her if she would "shift" me, responce was "no, but ill shift you" he then got with her.Think he might have given me her number so that I would make a fool of myself.
Anyway you will be alright you're a good looking girl, he was just probably a bit of a tit.
This and "meet" were fairly common words for kissing in ireland.
Sorry about that.
As in i'm not from Dublin which seems to mean i'm classed as a bogger.You're not Irish are you?
where's cunt when you need him.... :(
Twitter's fucked AGAIN. Great stuff.
Class. I grew up about 20 mins down the road
That's Co.Offaly isn't it?? would have only been there once of twice.How long have you been living outside Ireland?
How are things in athlone? Is Music World still going?
Zavvi was closed down recently so there is no decent places to get music anymore.Athlone is gone to shit, it is being used as a example of the poor economy with almost monthly reports about it.Do you know any kennys from ferbane?
Think he plays music around ferbane quite a bit.
K.K.K Great initials
It's still ridiculous... actually all words Irish teens seem to have for kissing are... Shift, Meet, snog... I heard some other great one the other day but can't remember...
Words of some young teens i heard giving encoragement to a scumbag on a pedal go-cart, his responce was "Go away, I've had it in her and it stinks"
playing the whole "He seems like he is just not good enough for you, you need to find someone who truely appreciates you(me) " game
Are you kidding? She looks like that old fucker from the A Team.
tail! do you have a tail?!
I was dancing away in a club (World Headquarters, in Newcastle, if you’re interested), when a girl came up to me and started chatting away. She then said, “Don’t worry, I’m not chatting you up, but I’d like you to meet my friend.” She then called over another girl, who was, to put it mildly, pretty stunning. “Hi, this is Mark. Mark this is xxxx. I’ll leave you two to it, then.”
Her friend took one look at me, made a face like she was retching, stared at her friend in a, ‘what the FUCK are you doing?’ kind of way, and then walked off.
You could have become a woman-hating psycho. Good work on keeping it together.
Or was that your only conversation with her?
She was over from Ireland for the weekend - we're still in touch and laugh about it now.
"my friend" (genuinely, I would never even attempt this) sat down at a table full of girls and introduced himself, at which point they exchanged a look between all of them, and got up and left.
It was pretty good, it meant we got somewhere to sit.
they never even looked at each other but all simultaneously turned and walked away
At four years old I asked Isabelle Adams to marry me. She said yes, and then pushed me over, and then held hands with Harry instead.
Fuck you, Harry, FUCK YOU ISABELLE.
I went to a statey. In northamptonshire. zero posh points.
I bet everyone called her Izzy as well...
in the long run you win.
She rejected me because another boy bought her the album 'Big Willie Style'. REAL subtle.
put a smile on my face.
She's going out with a guy called Wallace now though, so I'm over it.
We were standing outside the Academy in Dublin after a gig when a group of fine, young girls were standing opposite us. I was obviously showing interest when one comes over (definitely the most bland one of the group) and asks "hey, our friend thinks yo're REALLLLY hot" so I laughed it off, sure we're all drunk here, and stride over towards one of the girls and introduce myself. She responds with a "eh.... no" and points towards this six + foot tall, skinny, awkward indie boy, to which I responded like Michael Scott and blurted out something completely irrelvant like "eh...where'd you get that shirt? RIVER ISLAND?!" as some form of comeback.
I don't understand it either. Afterwards, a friend's friend was apparently into me, but I was still quite pissed/embarrassed about the whole situation so I made a balls of that too.
I do stupid things
MTFU and take one for the team next time.
all the time. He was really lovely and fun to go out with as friends but when he started to make it clear he wanted more he got a bit odd. Anyway, after lots of flowers he eventually asked me out. I told him I wasn't really interested as I'd just come out of a two year relationship, and well, I didn't fancy him. (Don't think I mentioned that bit though). He was fine about it.
Then he didn't come back to work. Ever.
No one saw heard from him in weeks then one day reception put a call through to me, it was him. He asked me if we'd been out for a date together to a restaurant over Easter. I said 'erm, no, I was away for Easter. How could you not know if we've been out?' and he said he'd been having hallucinations all the time about me. 'I told him he should go to a doctor' He hung up.
About a year ago I bumped into him in the town I live in now and he seemed to be doing great. We had a drink together and I said it was nice to see him doing well and see hima round sometime. Next thing I'd heard he's panicked and moved towns!
Poor Barry. I actually missed out another time I saw him between is breakdown and meetin him for a drink. I was in a club a few years ago and he was at the bar. I ran over to see how he was doing and noticed he'd changed quite a bit. He'd cut off all his long-ish hair so I commented and he said "yes, I have, you might remember me LIKE THIS..." and pulled out a kind of semi professional head-shot from his pocket from when he had long hair, left it on the bar and vanished :D
Prolly best not to have any more "just a drink" encounters. Do as you please, but it kinda sounds like they're the punctuation in his infatuation with you. Oh, Barry.
But it had been like six years or something. I probably shouldn't have gone but I didn't think it'd be very nice to turn him down when he didn't know anyone else in town and I wanted to see how he was doing. Poor little Barry.
reads like HIS ' I was completely rejected in the most humiliating way possible' story (to the point of triggering a psychotic episode??) not yours...
Hmm. I sent an anonymous love letter to a boy in school once and told him to dump his girlfriend then I would reveal myself and we could be boyfriend and girlfriend.
He instead gave the letter to her and she launched a mini investigation into who the handwriting belonged to. She didn't know it was me though COS I GAVE A FAKE HANDWRITING SAMPLE BACK. Ha! I don't know if this is really a rejection story but it's the first thing that came to mind.
At the end of the meal do you think he imagined you would go halves?
"bitch never offers to pay her way"
is not to fall for a girl the way that this guy did for scout.
fuck that...no way man...no way. i'd rather be alone forever than crack up like that guy.
I was eating lunch in this cafe with my housemates when this girl walked past the window that I fancy and have met maybe once or twice before. So I went outside to go and accidentally on purpose bump into her. So I did and we had a little awkward talk and she was like "I'm out tonight round here if you fancy a drink." and idiot me was like "Yeah me too" (I wasn't) "I'm sure I'll bump into you at some point." (Forgetting there's about 20 bars in Headingley).
Anyway I got a wingman out and we went for a couple but I never saw her, then decided to go to the Favershame, thinking she might be there. She wasn't, but loads of other people were which was nice. Then I saw this 8/9 on the dancefloor with nobody surrounding her as is normally the case with superfit girls. She had the uncommon high ratio of v cool and v fit so I waltzed over and was like "You look like Margot Tenenbaum from The Royal Tenenbaums." thinking she'd go "Ooh is that a good thing?" and I'd be like "YEAH!".
But instead she said "You mean I look like Gwyneth Paltrow? Haha... ok." We laughed about it and then I waltzed away thinking "AT LEAST I HAD A DO!" and then I went home.
Feels like everyone in the whole place is watching you.
Are you saying her hair looked rubbish?
it was the year 8 halloween disco and everyone was asking the same girl out and my friend persuaded me to put my name in the hat so I got him to ask for me. she came over to me and shouted DID YOU JUST ASK ME OUT and I said n-n-n-no and left and hung around in tesco until my dad came to pick me up
and I've only really ever been rejected by one girl ever, and that was partly because I hadn't really realised I was asking her out. It just kinda happened and I wasn't sure if or why I was doing it at the the time. I usually just wait and make sure they're a real safe bet.
I once told a girl who was trying to ask me out that 'I had to go stand over there now' and walked a few yards away before just staring into space. It might just be the nastiest and best thing I've ever done.
That's some cold shit right there.
upon being asked "hold on, are you just here for sex?" 16 year old colossalhorse thought, "this girl is a bit older than me, she knows how things are, she'll appreciate honesty here."
She did not appreciate my honesty.
We met up again after that and I decided she was actually pretty cool. We went out a few times and then she moved to Southhampton without telling me.
Before reading your username, I thought you were just having a brag
HE was on MY bed, I was only there for sex, and HE left
but once when I was about 8 I was in the local swimming pool when 2 girls swam over to me and started chatting. After a while one of them said: "You're nice, do you want to be my boyfriend?" to which I announced: "URGH! NO! YOU'RE A GIRL AND GIRLS ARE RUBBISH" and proceeded to swim away with an awesome front crawl.
Except I didn't do an awesome front crawl. I tried to dive underwater and swim for miles in an impressive way but just sort of flapped around.
in the days when i'd still occasion the old blue last, i was with a friend and i'd gone to the bar. unknown to me, he'd seen a girl he thought i'd like, and had gone up to her and asked if he could introduce me to her, and she'd said yes. so i came away from the bar with the drinks, and my mate said there was someone i should meet, so i said OK and headed over.
as soon as they saw me, the faces of the girl and her mate (who, incidentally, i didn't even find attractive) turned from smiles to gaping disappointment. as i stood there wondering what the hell was going on, they jumped up, mumbled something about having to leave, put on their coats and vamoosed, barely suppressing their laughter, leaving behind two almost untouched drinks. crushing rejection you didn't even ask for in the first place is the best kind.
still, brilliant way of getting a seat.
That's a result, my son!
I left in on her desk before morning register. I came back from lunch to find it on my desk with the words 'fuck off you ugly prick' scrawled on the front. Classy.
but that parable makes me well up a little
A few years later she fell over ice skating and fractured her skull.
and text messaged about 5 different girls from my school asking them out (A Beautiful Mind hadn't even come out yet). I got one maybe and four no's. The maybe turned into a no the next day when the girl asked me what I liked about her and I said I wasn't sure.
even if they are boss eyed, bald and toothless.
Saying that, you're mum has a lovely personality.
DO YOUR RESEARCH
She ain't very much of anything, but she's very forward. A while ago, another girl had told me that during some work night out, the girl who fancies me got a phone call and ran off, then told the other girl (keeping up?) that it was a booty call, so now everyone calls her "Booty Call" behind her back.
These two women who work with her were trying to get me to take her out one weekend, but I was all "Nah", because she's nasty. Then the girl was talking to me, saying "They are so embarrassing. We should go out though, or just hang out together." And I said, "I don't think so - I'm not into booty calls." And then she just walked away, face all red and everything.
even worse is that was the term that she used, which is pretty degrading I think (<- feminist)
and i watched in despair as she read it, somehow got that it was from me, and just ripped it up pretty much in front of me. shocking.
They came up to me not long after I'd arrived and asked "Do you want to dance?" and I was like "Sorry, got a pint" and she was like "Could you put it down?" and I was like "Well I just got here and it's my first one, maybe later"
I wasn't even concentrating on her, just the Guinness. Apparently she was smoking and my mate punched me in the shoulder and said "You're a fucking idiot"
I'd think "Fuck it, worth a squirt"
'hey sexy, wanna dance?'
'no ta, got a pint. on your way pet.'
i was like "cool, no bother". i have since slept with her several times. i have a feeling she might've changed her mind, but guess what lads? I'M NOT IN THAT PLACE RIGHT NOW.
the above story was brought to you by Hyperbole.
Some kind of leyline?
i was obvs quite keen to repeat it, he seemed to be as well (I'M BLONDE NOW TOO AND YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN WHAT I WAS WEARING) and then all of a sudden he started saying that he was only going to walk me home because he's a "gentleman" which he obvs isn't so i went NO YOU'RE NOT and then he started going on about how he was trying to stop messing around so much and i was like, you can start a new and better life tomorrow, right now you should shut up a bit.
i eventually got him to come inside and even into my room and he kept saying how he was too drunk to have sex (which was a fair point) so we just made out a bit more etc, and he kept going on about how amazing he found my tits - i was still wearing all my clothes as well - and i thought i had managed to at least get him to SLEEP here but then he was just like NO I'M LEAVING STOP TEMPTING ME YOU ARE SO CRUEL and i even kidnapped his phone but he was having none of it and he said we could meet up some other time and i said that we couldn't because i'm leaving the country, so he said he'd facebook me today and i said, sure you will, BYE NOW.
and then he left, and i went to sleep.
a guy with scruples. hardly rejection, especially if you're leaving the country. he may well regret his choice but if it didn't sit well with him to shag around then he's got a right to say no.
but almost every example given on this thread is more humiliating! At least this guy was honest, up-front, and respectful. I once got a girl back to my room after she pounced on me in a club. We made out for ages and then she told me "my boyfriend had better not find out about this". Her choice, I thought then in my youthful vigour, and took her back, before removing all her clothes. I'd gotten as far as her knickers when she suddenly said "stop". She'd realised she was too drunk to continue, and didn't want to do anything she'd regret (I am not sure how much the boyfriend factored into this; probably quite a bit) - her reasoning was "I'm too drunk". Although if I was in that situation now I wouldn't have even taken her back to mine, I am pleased with my former self that he got her a glass of water, picked up her clothes and showed her the way out.
I would punch through a wall.
not humiliating, and indeed perfectly understandable. A very similar situation to Helene's, in my book. I tried to remove her knickers, she grabbed them and pulled them back up. Clear-cut.
And hell, she even got a bit of hanky-panky out of him anyway!
ok, i attempted a blowjob to help the situation on its way
The offer of a beej is up there with "Ray, if someone asks you if you are a god, you say YES."
that's where it's at
Pretty much the shittest thing.
When they turn it down, it's understandable
When you turn it down by mistake then realise your error 10 seconds too late, it's mortifying
Boy A: "Right, I think I might go"
Girl (wearing a skimpy shirt and knickers, after a long conversation about sex): "Ah, ok"
Boy B (me): "I think I might leave as well"
Girl: "Oh. Really? OK"
*big hug goodbye, kiss on cheek*
10 seconds pass...
Boy A: "What the fuck did you just do"
Boy B: "Shit"
"I've not had sex in a long time."
Then I said "nor have I"
Then she said "Well, I'd sleep with you!"
Then instead of being all "Yours or mine" I said something like "Well, I'll speak to you in a bit" and went back to my university radio end-of-year team drink to say some nice things to the folks who'd tolerated me all that time.
Later, I left the pub. This girl was walking off ahead of me, arm-in-arm with someone on her college's football team, whose end-of-year drinks she had been attending.
in this alternative universe, it is vikram who has the username "TheBeautifulOnes"
how much better at picking up & acting upon signs one becomes, pretty much as soon as one graduates
although wow that's quite some advance-spurning dude
I almost did this once. Me and my housemate were hanging out round the house of this girl I was seeing, and she said, "well, it's getting late, I really must get to bed."
My housemate stood up and walked to the door and I followed, and as he was exiting he turned and looked at her and said, "wait, what, he's not staying?"
She looked at me for a second, then said, "tsk, yeah, he is." Then shut the door and pointed upstairs.
It's good for us mongs to have friends and lovers who don't beat around the bush.
Still amusing but it's not like you were about to let an attrative slip through your feverishly masturbating fingers
Here's one that's more embarassing:
In first year of uni, became friends with An Attrative(TM), blonde girl who had commendable proportions. We kissed once before Christmas but then she started seeing some other guy so nothing came of it.
Then I was up in my room, alone, one night, and got a text from her - "im so sorry are you awake do u wanna hang out?" or something like that - and I was a bit confused but said yeah, sure, come over, I'm still up.
She rocks up in a taxi, straight from a club in the city, wearing some ridiculous short skimpy dress. She comes in, we hang out, chat for a bit, then eventually we just fall asleep next to each other in my bed (a single bed, this being halls).
Next morning woke up, chatted some more, had a cup of tea, still trying to concentrate on making eye contact and not looking down, then lent her a jumper and she left.
About half an hour later I started banging my head on my desk. Over and over again.
as long as you both wake, look in each others' eyes and then share a deep and passionate kiss, before having incredible morning sex
But yeah, that is head-bang-worthy. Did you not see her in a romantic sense again?
She spent her second year studying abroad in China. Now I think about it I never even got around to meeting up with her after she got back.
Oh well. There were other girls. But my word, what a dress it was...
Current me as an undergrad would have done really rather well for himself. Me of about 6 months ago would have done better, because he had fewer scruples then. But then, everyone would have done better, and there wouldn't be a worse to be better than if we weren't all awkward twats who didn't know how to handle ourselves at some point in our lives. Equally, there wouldn't be a better to worse without the brutal learning-curve of undergraduate romance. ARGH STOP PONTIFICATING
Steep learning curve, but I got the hang of things pretty well by the time I was halfway through my degree.
Having these skills in secondary school would have served me far better, though. I wasn't much of a looker as a teenager though, I'm getting better with age like wine or cheese or the value of baseball cards.
There's nothing like the vanity of an ugly duckling. I wish I had some pics of me as a teenager - 15mm overbite, huge round glasses, virulent spots, greasy lank hair, pudginess and awful clothes on a good day...I did have a picture but I deleted it, and now regret this. I wear my former vileness as a mark of pride!
For the first two years I was completely useless, an overthinking mess. I think I slowly got the hang of it towards the end.
it's amazing how WRONG it's possible to look. i also had a massive overbite, comical glasses, weighed about five stone, poor skin, no coordination...just hideous.
still have days where i fail badly on the clothes front.
now when i see really ugly, dorky kids i feel this massive wave of love <3
that they'll have the wherewithal to do the best with what they have (which is often better than they think)
Also, there has never before been such an overlap between conventional cool and geek chic.
It's just that now I have a decent haircut and facial features and the rest of the world has decided that my interests are now fashionable. Give it another five years and the magazines will be chirruping about horse riding or crochet or Linux and I'll be back to how I was in 2002.
I bet those three words haven't appeared in a sentence together before.
When ornithology and oversized plain trousers come back in, shit man Young Me is in business
The kind my dad wears down the golf club, or at the rotary club.
There are photos of me from when I was a kid where I will look SUPER fly, for a while at least. Thank fuck big glasses became cool, too.
which means I'm doubtless missing out on every hot knickerbocker trend going
maybe you should be my style guru
I only wear jeans when I'm inside, I don't like wearing them out and about. I also don't like t-shirts because I think they're a bit childish. I'm a man so I wear men's clothes - blazers, trousers, jumpers with patterns.
I really hope Wes' formula doensn't go stale because as soon as it does I won't be able to get with ridiculously hot indie girls who are out of my league any more.
coz I don't play by the rules, homie
In certain pockets of East London I don't think Wes' formula will ever go stale. Stick round there, I say. Also, contrary to what those movie posters are saying atm there really is no such thing as out of one's league. Plus I've seen you on the Tinychat cams - you're not exactly gonna send them running for the hills!
That's a pairing I like to call 'The Clarkson'.
but still, :-/
Be cool, man. Be cool.
you'll have an indie goddess on each arm and I'll have learnt how to wear a button shirt and chinos properly
We should sell it for thousands.
all co-starring Michael Cera
Clearly gawky, clearly a bit sad, and yet infuriating in his success with all those Sports Illustrated models. Never wants to reveal his secrets* either.
Gosh, this is easy.
*Turns out it's money.
your character finds out there IS such a thing as 'too hot' (for this is Hollywood) and a lady gives you the brush-off after you've all confidently swaggered up to her with your cheesiest grin
then she steps into Michael Cera's waiting taxi
at this point of the film I am entangled in a subplot involving a team of lesbian scuba-divers and a shark who likes the taste of swimming-trunks but not human flesh
I swear this is a real movie.
In my head there's a cameo from Rob Schneider and everything.
I just sent the rights to MGM
i don't see what the harm would've been in just repeating it though tbh
he could have just done it for the sake of it - he's not into you, he wouldn't have to make a good impression for you to like him etc -but no.
he forced himself to go home despite the easy option being more fooling around.
you know, it sounds really puritan, but someone having sex with you is not the same as them LIKING you or respecting you. </truelovewaits)
let's just agree that people are different, shall we?
but they can coincide. depends on the instance.
i'd probably agree with acoleuthic - they can coincide, like some people are more relaxed about sex generally and are into it and don't think anything of doing the bizness whether they're into you or not. basically, sex isn't especially meaningful to them
but either way, if a guy's into you, they do tend to show it in non-sex-related ways, even if it's just to say 'i'm not just interested in you for sex though-i-totally-want-to-nail-you-to-my-hardwood-floor cos you're so damn hott'
if anyone said that, it would totally induce paranoia in me
Paranoia and just the slightest frisson
he might have shat himself, and was embarrassed about the fact he had a little brown friend waiting for you in his undies.
I was looking for the end of that story too...!
Miserable situation that this thread recalls is meeting this really cute girl who I'd been talking to online (yes, we met at a smashing pumpkins message board meet up, kill me now...) and due to alcohol and absinthe I missed a few 'signals' to the point where she spent about ten minutes shouting "you're gay, aren't you!?!?!" at me repeatedly, in front of everyone. She later, and remains the only person ever to have, said "I think you're really gorgeous".
was when I asked (the unknown to me) the hot lesbian at college out. Think I was already onto a loser with that one.
and then i saw him about six months later dressed in identical clothes to before walking out of 'blockbuster' video :( :(
and he used to make me kiss him outside of the house of the girl he got back with and dumped me for, just in case she happened to be at the window
This led to me being in that duracel dance tent for some time. I was dancing with this girl for ages giving it my best moves and generally looking really cool and suave*. Come the end of the night she just said "Alright, bye then." to which I responded "You can't leave without saying goodbye properly" (shudder at the memory) and swooped in for the smooch. She pulled away and told me she was gay. I just mumbled "ahh, ok. Have fun with that..." and went on my merry way. In retrospect, I really should have noticed. This is what having a penchant for girls with short/shaved hair does for you.
Earlier that night, in the same tent, a guy tried to punch me because he and his mates were stood in a circle with space in the middle, to me this spelt dance off. They did not enjoy my rave moves, nor my surprise method of dispensing them.
exact same thing happened to me at some shitty band i saw at the forum when i was 16.
except the girl wasn't a lesbian she just said "sorry, it's not really the right time".
even the circle thing happened. got levelled by some skinhead for some pretty freaky moves.
attempting to court a girl who ended up in a long-term lesbian relationship
Cracking attitude. :-)
:D :D :D
rejection must be awful
i was at a student club night in central london, the kind of place where by 3am there are literally 4 guys surrounding each girl. i was dancing on my own cos the friends i was with had by chance gone off to the bar.
a girl runs her finger down my back to get my attention and makes it obvious that she wants to dance with me. i'm a bit pissed and was in the midst of my smoking too much weed phase so i don't know what the fuck is going on (i wasn't actually stoned but if you're stoned every night you're insanely slow the next day/every day)
it got to the point where she was GRINDING ON MY CROTCH and i still didn't even kiss her.
she went away to the toilet, comes back and tries again. i think 'hmm how can i turn this into success' (yeah i know, i'm a fucking idiot but i always refuse to believe a girl is coming onto me) and then ask her if she smokes. sadly she doens't. i ask if she has any rizlas?! sadly not. i say 'ok well i'm off to smoke'.
she doesn't follow me.
about twenty minutes i go 'hang on, was she grinding on my cock?'
typing this has made me laugh quite alot. i'm not sure if she was attractive or not. either way, she must have fucking hated me!
I've never been rejected, but that's only because I've never tried on an unsure thing except for one lucky time. If you've got the odds, rejection is better than nothing, truly.
This is like a rejection story, but one that worked out in the end...
"pull" girl in a club, we start walking back to hers, she has some weird mid-walk-to-hers breakdown thing going "oh god Im sorry, look, I dont want to have sex with you anymore, it's a bad idea, you may as well go home" (reason for leaving the club - her saying "come to mine to have sex now!") so I was all nice about it, "oh no it's ok, look I dont mind we'll just sit about and listen to some music, it's better than going home and sleeping" (I dont think I even believed myself as I was saying this. 100% straw-clinging)
4 minutes after getting to hers we are having sex.
I felt like a real man for once that night. Then a bit wrong. Still cant tell if her weird mind-change thing was genuine or some kind of test she does to make her feel slightly better about sleeping with a stranger, by making sure they seem like a vaguely decent human being first...
(the new LAD)
thread is so full of shit.
that people read trashy magazines for, with 100% added indie.
really can't believe no-one has pointed out at any point the huge difference between male and female rejection.
Is this sexist? Probably. True? Pretty definitely. Oxymoron? Possibly.
Men accept rejection, it's part of being a man. Turn a woman down for sex though - fuck they just can't deal with it.
I don't much like reminiscing about it because every time I think of one schoolboy error another rears its ugly head from behind the first.
Probably the best was going to Barcelona with a few friends to meet up with this party of Yank exchange students we'd met during the term. I really liked one of them but she was quite shy, and I didn't really know how to prise her away from her friends. We all went to this open-air gig, during the course of which one of my more irritating acquiantances got off his face and start ranting about the whereabouts of his towel- "Where's my fackin towel? Someone has stolen my fackin towel. Have you seen my towel?" - this was literally all he could talk about for two hours. I was pretty drunk myself so I went for a wander along the beach, where by incredible chance I ran into the girl, all on her own. The conversation went like this:
Me: Nice night, isn't it.
Her: Yes. It is.
Me: You don't get this back in the UK. Cloudless night, on a beach. The moon is so big. But I suppose in the States-
Her: (looking into my eyes, touching my shoulder) Parsefone, you are my favourite.
Me: Thanks. I like you too.
(Pause of about three decades)
Me: Have you seen Rory's towel?
Her: ...No. I think he left it at the lodge.
Me: Well, I'll go look there then. Cheers.
We went back the next day. I sat next to her on the plane. I put my earphones in, stared out of the window the whole way back. Thinking about how cloudless nights had been ruined for fucking ever.
this is hysterical. and epic.
Surely you could've gone for a membership to the mile high club?
Man, of all the missed open goals in this thread, this might be the most elaborately spurned
without wanting to hit myself repeatedly.
On another note, sometimes cold rejection is the best. i know a guy who's been after a girl for ages, who is too nice to put him down harshly, and he just makes a complete fool of himself thinking she likes him.
And I just went URRRRRRRGH NARRR and carried on throwing my tennis ball against the wall.
10/10 smooth rejection.
Though I guess I've really missed out cos his facebook profile picture is him wearing a santa hat and smoking 3 tabs at once, now.
Went to a crappy party, and got hit on very quickly by an attrative. She was far too much of an attrative for me to be fully confident she wasn't just talking to me to be polite, but it's going fairly well, she seems impressed by my stash of cherry lambrini (cos that's how a playa rolls)and flirting commences. Then in wanders a skanky as fuck Amy Winehouse look/soundalike who takes a shine to the 'Nog (there were not many males at this party). By this point I'm a bit pissed and make the number one rookie error of dividing my attentions, for some reason not confident enough to fully persue the attrative, my drunken self saw Winehouse as a back-up.
The night progresses, and the attrative says she's off to get the bus, but perhaps we could go via mine for a night cap. I agree this is a very, very good idea. Winehouse overhears this and invites herself along. It was all still not definite that it was going to be a sexy night cap (it was) and I was a bit too awkward to tell her no. So all three of us head back to mine, with Winehouse constantly trying to hold my hand.
Once back at mine, my housemate wakes up, and realises he knows the attrative from way back, sees Winehouse and works out the situation sharpish. Except he thinks it's Winehouse I'm after. He therefore ties attrative up in conversation so completely I don't even get chance to take him aside for a word. I end up sleeping on my floor with Winehouse snoring in my bed, whilst the attrative is downstairs telling my housemate how gutted she is because she wanted to fuck me.
This still kills me to this day.