Damn. My life sucks! So lonely! Me being on an internet forum at 2am isn't helping me feel better!
How'd you meet your significant other(s)?
Hey rice, don't worry too much... 2 am is much better than 430 am
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This thread of stories reminds me of the vignettes in When Harry Met Sally. So cute.
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About a month later, Mike came in for dinner and was quiet as usual, and finally my roommate, a biker chick named Missy went to his table when his friend hit the restroom and cornered him to say, "If you don't ask Stacy out tonight, I'm gonna kick your ass." Mike was afraid, and rightly so, Missy was an ass kicker!
The way Niki and I met just a few nights earlier was kinda funny. I was in a Houston honky-tonk by myself, checking out the action and I spotted two women come through the door. The one on the side nearest me was a good-looking blonde who would have gotten my attention, but all I could see of her friend walking on her opposite side was that she was a redhead, and I've always been a sucker for redheads. So I keep watching them as they slowly made their way down the far wall and finally around a turn near where I was sitting at a table. They were taking their time and obviously checking out the talent; every once in a while, some guy would say something, and they would smile and speak but kept moving. So they're talking to each other as they come near my table and I can finally see that Niki is a beauty!!! She kinda glances over in my direction, looks away, and then, I swear, she does this double-take, snaps her head back around to look at me again! Well, of course, I give her a big smile and kinda tip my hat (country-western bar, you see). Her friend keeps talking, not seeing what's going on, they keep walking slowly, and Niki keeps looking back over her shoulder at me. She's smiling, I'm smiling and watching to see where they settle. They go back to the front of the club and sit down in a booth where they're just out of my sight. So I wait a few minutes until the DJ gets through with a couple of fast numbers and puts on one of George Strait's more romantic tunes, and then I walk up to their booth. By now there are 4-5 guys packed in around them, but the two ladies are in control and just holding court. Niki sees me as I walk up and I reach past a couple of guys, took her hand and said, "They're playing our song." She says, "They certainly are," and she slides out of that booth and into my arms like she was coming home. Ol' George finishes his song, and we just keep dancing. Went through several songs--gawd knows how many, one-after-another, just holding her and talking. Her girlfriend hit the dance floor a couple of times with different guys, checking us out as we danced by to make sure I wasn't holding Niki captive, I guess. When we left the dance floor, she and I went back to my table, had a few drinks, talked, joked, danced until they closed the place at 2 a.m. Walked her out to her car, and made a date for Friday night. As she drove away, she called out her window, "I don't know whether I'm in love or just in heat!" I was pretty much in the same condition myself by then.
Went to her aparatment to pick her up for our first date a couple of nights later, and she came to the door wearing this short silk slip that she was about to burst out of! Invited me into her bedroom while she was putting on her make-up. And then put it on again. And again. Finally she said there were people waiting for us, and I went out to meet her friends. But all the time I kept feeling her silkiness on my fingertips--couldn't tell where that slip left off and her silky skin began. We didn't close the club that night. Left after a couple of hours, went back to her place, and she invited me in. When we opened that front door again, it was Sunday afternoon.
Mmmmm, Niki was something else! I was just obsessed with her for awhile. But things happened. She later married an airline pilot, but not before she came by my place for one last rainy Sunday afternoon. For years she used to call my phone at work on New Year's Eve and leave a short message saying she was thinking of me. Never would leave a call-back number and never would call except on the holiday when she knew the office was empty. The calls quit coming 3 years ago. Know in my heart they'll never come again. But every Jan. 2 I still check, hoping there will be a message. And I still think of her, remembering the love we shared.
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So, anyway, in short it goes like this: we met through the friend of a friend's girlfriend's co-worker's party where her roommate was. Couldn't tell you whether or not Jack built any of the houses in which this happened.
Oh, and her roommate (Alyse) eventually ended up dating my brother. They're still together and she's moving out here next week.
Oh, and her roommate (Alyse) eventually ended up dating my brother. They're still together and she's moving out here next week.
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Well, Courtney is in good company with that bold move in the car!
I met Wayne (hubby #2) in 1998 via the Internet. Emails first. IMs second. Phone calls and then finally a date at Applebee's ... after which I cried all the way home in my car, vowing never to go on anything like a blind date again. No great first impressions here for me!
But after about 10 months of doing stuff together as friends (and fellow single parents) -- stuff like rib festivals, movies, dinners, amusement parks, parties, clubbing -- he started to ask me in his car if he could hold my hand. Mind you, I was 38 years old and had four kids, and he had two kids, but it was soooo cute that he asked.
After a few times of this, I finally took charge of the situation and when he asked to hold my hand (again) I just leaned over and kissed him.
Take that, gender roles.
We were married -- with our six kids around us in an outdoor gazebo previously used in the movie "Gung Ho" -- about six months later.
I met Wayne (hubby #2) in 1998 via the Internet. Emails first. IMs second. Phone calls and then finally a date at Applebee's ... after which I cried all the way home in my car, vowing never to go on anything like a blind date again. No great first impressions here for me!
But after about 10 months of doing stuff together as friends (and fellow single parents) -- stuff like rib festivals, movies, dinners, amusement parks, parties, clubbing -- he started to ask me in his car if he could hold my hand. Mind you, I was 38 years old and had four kids, and he had two kids, but it was soooo cute that he asked.
After a few times of this, I finally took charge of the situation and when he asked to hold my hand (again) I just leaned over and kissed him.
Take that, gender roles.
We were married -- with our six kids around us in an outdoor gazebo previously used in the movie "Gung Ho" -- about six months later.
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She still had a thing for me after they went out and started dropping hints, hints I did not pick up on until we were in Europe, where it was blatantly obvious. . . . I told them both that I had no idea he liked her and wouldn't have done anything if I had known.
So Michelle and I have been together for 4 years. She watches a bunch of crappy movies that she knows she will hate, just because she wants to watch them with me.
...oh yeah, she looks great naked.
Back in the '80s when I was between marriages, I joined up with a country western dance class to meet women, a move I highly recommend to single people as a means of meeting and mingling with the opposite sex. (Don't matter if you like country music or not, although it's a plus if you do--but country honky-tonks are about the only place where men and women dance together anymore. Believe me, it's a whole lot easier to make time if she's already in your arms! ) So anyway, I show up for this dance class and the first person I notice is this big buxom outgoing blonde who's there with this guy and a teenage girl who is obviously their daughter. The blonde, Patsy, is outgoing and full of fun and after the class is over in a couple of hours, she's on a first-name basis with everyone. Comes the second lesson a week later, and she shows up but the guy (who turns out to be her ex) and her daughter don't. By then, I'm sorta hooked up with another divorcee in the class, but our group kinda forms around Patsy and we hang together at the lessons and then at the honky-tonks clubs Wednesday evenings after class and on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. Pretty soon, me and a buddy, Jack, are kinda tag-teaming Patsy, competing to get her on the dance floor and talking and flirting with her. She's having a good time getting her ego stroked by both of us, but it pisses off Carol, the other girl I've been dating. So finally we bust up--she wasn't nearly as cute or as much fun as Patsy but she was quite adventurous, and I did miss that about her. Anyway, I'm sitting there kinda hang-dog one evening, and Patsy asks, "What's the matter--Carol knock your d**k in the dirt?" Which triggers a shift in my interest in Patsy's direction, and the competition between me and Jack shifts into high gear. She doesn't go out with me (or him either, as far as I can tell) so we're just a group of 3 in a bigger group of friends who hang out together. Until one weekend when Patsy invites me to her birthday party at her condo. And Jack is gonna be out of town! So I go to the party which turns out to be her and me and about 5 other guys I don't know--at least that's how I remember it. Anyhow, I pour on the charm and outwait them until it's down to me and one other guy. Then Patsy tells him goodnight and puts her hand on my arm to hold me back while he heads for the door--like I had any thought of leaving! Anyway, it's now just her and me, and she starts telling me how much she really likes me, but I'm just separated from my wife, not actually divorced, and she went through that with some other guy a couple years before that ended with him going back to his wife and, much as she likes me, she's not going to play that game anymore. And I'm thinking, yeah, right--I hear what's she saying, but I'm reading a whole different message in her green eyes. So I listen until she runs down, and then I lean in and kiss her. Don't hug or hold her, but I'm putting everything into a kiss that I want her to feel down to her toenails. It musta worked, because she puts her arms around my neck and steps in against me, so I take her into my arms and move closer to her, and that kiss hits warp speed and we're up there in the stars. So the kiss ends and I can feel both of our hearts putt-putt-putting away like outboard motors. And I tell her serious as a heart-attack, "I understand, and I respect your wishes," and then I turn and leave. Don't look back. Don't telephone later. Well, next time we all meet at a honky-tonk, Jack can't buy a dance! I ask Patsy out that weekend to go to Gilley's to see some name act there, but she's already got a date--she's going to Vegas with her ex--seems they still get together every once in a while. I smile and kid her about staying out of the hotel room and on the casino floor. But I also find out she plans to come back earlier than he will and what flight she'll be on. So Sunday evening when she steps off the plane, I'm waiting with a dozen roses. She has me follow her back to her condo and that's the start of two of the best years of my life. I later kid her that I don't mind her going out with other guys so long as it's not my buddy and main competitor Jack. Couple of years later when we break up, I know it's really over when I run into her at a club and she's with Jack. Funny thing, a few years ago more than 15 years after our affair, we got back together for a little while, we were both married to other people, but we managed to capture some of the old magic for awhile. This time I did decide to go back to my wife (although not the one I was married to when Patsy and I first met.)
I still smile at all the wonderful memories we made during our two affairs. But I love my wife. And I never quite got past Patsy hooking up with Jack after we broke up. I was more serious about that than she knew.
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The Ex Mrs T - Quite hard to write seeing as we are currently at war but, here goes, it's bound to be cathartic, eh?
We used to meet in the corridor every day at Uni (1991) and, as the days went by, our little glances got a little longer. Glances turned into smiles, smiles turned into hellos and hellos turned into gentle flirting. She was the one who asked me out first and if I had only said 'no' I'd have spared myself 13 years of great times, massive lows and a couple of periods of utter utter mayhem. I wouldn't have it any other way. Probably.
The Current Possible Future Ex Mrs T - She's a pharmacist locally and, not being 18 any more, I told her that she looked a bit like Anna Friel when she smiled when I was picking up my monthly stash of meds. I left it at that but met her again half an hour later in the local supermarket while she was picking up a sandwich for lunch - Not being 18 any more I just asked her out and she said yes.
That was unusual for me because I've traditionally been slow on the uptake where women are concerned. Maybe I'm finally learning...
We used to meet in the corridor every day at Uni (1991) and, as the days went by, our little glances got a little longer. Glances turned into smiles, smiles turned into hellos and hellos turned into gentle flirting. She was the one who asked me out first and if I had only said 'no' I'd have spared myself 13 years of great times, massive lows and a couple of periods of utter utter mayhem. I wouldn't have it any other way. Probably.
The Current Possible Future Ex Mrs T - She's a pharmacist locally and, not being 18 any more, I told her that she looked a bit like Anna Friel when she smiled when I was picking up my monthly stash of meds. I left it at that but met her again half an hour later in the local supermarket while she was picking up a sandwich for lunch - Not being 18 any more I just asked her out and she said yes.
That was unusual for me because I've traditionally been slow on the uptake where women are concerned. Maybe I'm finally learning...
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I don't really have a significant other right now... and after reading some of ruffy's posts... I'm kinda glad I don't...
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I'm sorry to hear that Caitlyn, but...
I'm happy to report that I do have a significant other right now!
Y'all have heard me moan for the past year (unless you ignored me) about my breakup with my slimy ex of 4.5 years, and then I moaned some more (when I wasn't having sex) about my troubles with the new boyfriends... well, now I'm with someone new and it's very, very serious.
In fact, his stuff is in my bedroom right now -- he's been spending the night the past few nights and I've also been at his place. We met online (where I meet practically almost every guy) in May. He lives and works nearby. I found him on a personals site (I'm not gonna say which one... although I might if you PM me, I'd recommend it). We're gonna grill out tomorrow for Father's Day.
I'm happy to report that I do have a significant other right now!
Y'all have heard me moan for the past year (unless you ignored me) about my breakup with my slimy ex of 4.5 years, and then I moaned some more (when I wasn't having sex) about my troubles with the new boyfriends... well, now I'm with someone new and it's very, very serious.
In fact, his stuff is in my bedroom right now -- he's been spending the night the past few nights and I've also been at his place. We met online (where I meet practically almost every guy) in May. He lives and works nearby. I found him on a personals site (I'm not gonna say which one... although I might if you PM me, I'd recommend it). We're gonna grill out tomorrow for Father's Day.
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I don't really have a significant other right now... and after reading some of ruffy's posts... I'm kinda glad I don't...
I've got this thing, whether a blessing or a curse, I'm not sure, where I would be 100% focused on whoever I was with at the time. Never looked at other girls when we were out on a date. But once she was out of sight and I was with someone else, I was 100% focused on her, too. And I had rules--always told the ladies up front that this would last as long as it was fun for both of us, and the minute it stopped being fun for either one, the other was free to go. Never asked or expected them to be any truer to me than I was to them, and never worried about or asked what she was doning when we were apart. Never told someone I loved her just to get her in bed, but I usually fell in love once we were there. I always liked what one lady once told me --"right here, right now, I love you." What more can one ask when you get right down to it?
That lady, Judy, was one of the sweetest people I've ever known. A redhead, of course--and she looked exactly like Marsha Mason, with that kinda pixie hairdo she wore in The Goodbye Girl. We had a romantic meeting--at least I've always thought of it as romantic although my part wasn't 100% nice--not the sort of thing you ladies like to hear. I was dating Patsy at the time; it was a few weeks before Christmas and her daughter Tammy wanted to decorate the Christmas tree and Patsy invited me to come over. Problem was I was thinking about my kids that night, missed being with them at Christmas, and felt kinda bad about going over and decorating a tree with Patsy and her daughter instead of with my own kids. So I was in a funk driving over, and just happened that my route took me past one of my favorite honky-tonks, so I figured what the hell--I'd stop in for a drink or two and maybe pick up my spirits. The joint had just opened and the few people there were mostly the kid pool shooters and the bartenders. So I get a drink and trade a few jokes with the barkeep, and then look around and here's this good-looking redhead sitting all alone. So I'm standing at the bar checking her out with side-glances. The place is pretty much dead; too early for the dance crowd, so the DJ is playing Christmas tunes. Meanwhile, the redhead is checking her watch and looking antsy, and I'm afraid she's gonna finish her glass of wine and leave. So I go over and ask her to dance. DJ has just put on a new tune--Gene Autry's recording of Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer! She looks at me and says, "You wanna dance to this???" So I say with a smile what I really want to do is hold her--the music is just an excuse. Yeah, I know it's corn. She knows it's corn, and gives me on of those "you're full of it" looks. But she gets up and we go out on the dance floor. Only couple on the floor. Danced through 2-3 Christmas songs, while I'm talking and joking and getting her to laugh. We go back to her table and start telling jokes. Turns out it's her first time at this joint, was meeting some girls after work. They show up later but have the good sense to sit well apart from us, and we're joking, laughing, dancing. At first I'm thinking I'll leave in just another 15 minutes, but I really don't want to go, and we're still there when they start stacking chairs and sweeping up, and I still don't want to say goodnight. So I ask her if she wants to go get an early morning breakfast at 2 a.m. And she looks at me with her big green eyes and say, "You know if we leave together we're just going to end up in bed." Of couse I act like that's the last thing on my mind. Say, Hey, there's no rush. How about we drive down to Galveston (about 80 miles from where we were), walk barefoot on the beach and watch the sun rise over the Gulf of Mexico." So we jump in my pickup and head out for Galveston. But before we get on the freeway, she leans against my shoulder and says, "Why don't we just go to my place instead. I'll make you breakfast afterward." Next morning, I ask if she wants to go dancing again next weekend. But she gives me this sad look and says she knows I'm not going to call her again. Which couldn't be more wrong--I've never been one for one-night stands. I keep telling her I'll call, but she's not buying it. So I tell her, look, she can hold onto my hat until I come back--a $200 8-X black felt Resistol with a $150 silver hat band. It would be a cold day in hell I wouldn't come back for my favorite hat! It was like that scene in The Goodbye Girl when Richard Dreyfus asks Marsha Mason to get his guitar restrung! Ladies like a little feeling of security at times. Next weekend I come to pick her up for our date, she meets me at the door wearing my hat!
Of course, there was a downside to this, since I didn't show up to decorate the Christmas tree at Patsy's. And Patsy's no dummy. She knows I have an answering machine and there are only a handful of combinations of 1. 2. 3 digits, and she tries them all until she trips my voice messages and there's a message from Judy before I got home saying how much she'd enjoyed the evening, which put me in the dog house for a few days. But hey, if you wanna run the bulls you gotta expect to get the horn every once in awhile!
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I met her in a bar down in old Soho
Where you drink champaign and it tastes just like cherry cola.
C-o-l-a, cola
Seriously in a bar . I'm the classy type of guy.
Where you drink champaign and it tastes just like cherry cola.
C-o-l-a, cola
Seriously in a bar . I'm the classy type of guy.
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Mine's easy. 8th grade history...Ms. Shepherd's class.
We became fast friends, starting doing everything together for the next few years. We started dating in the 11th grade, got married after junior college and celebrated our 21st anniversary this past March.
We've had a few rough patches but the highway overall has been really smooth.
We became fast friends, starting doing everything together for the next few years. We started dating in the 11th grade, got married after junior college and celebrated our 21st anniversary this past March.
We've had a few rough patches but the highway overall has been really smooth.
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I met her in a bar down in old Soho
Where you drink champaign and it tastes just like cherry cola.
C-o-l-a, cola
Seriously in a bar . I'm the classy type of guy.
Where you drink champaign and it tastes just like cherry cola.
C-o-l-a, cola
Seriously in a bar . I'm the classy type of guy.
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I didn't meet her. I made her. In my basement. Just a few months ago. She's purty.
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I met her in a bar down in old Soho
Where you drink champaign and it tastes just like cherry cola.
C-o-l-a, cola
Seriously in a bar . I'm the classy type of guy.
Where you drink champaign and it tastes just like cherry cola.
C-o-l-a, cola
Seriously in a bar . I'm the classy type of guy.
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mark f: You do recognize the lyrics to the Kinks' "Lola", I hope.
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rufnek: Why, no?!?
mark f: I didn't think so.
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Mine's easy. 8th grade history...Ms. Shepherd's class.
We became fast friends, starting doing everything together for the next few years. We started dating in the 11th grade, got married after junior college and celebrated our 21st anniversary this past March.
We've had a few rough patches but the highway overall has been really smooth.
We became fast friends, starting doing everything together for the next few years. We started dating in the 11th grade, got married after junior college and celebrated our 21st anniversary this past March.
We've had a few rough patches but the highway overall has been really smooth.
Everytime I respond to one of your posts, I see your Gulf Coast tag but I've never yet learned where on the coast you are. We may be neighbors.
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