Come on, at least take her to the border then dump her. how would you feel if something happened to her. Be a MAN.
Originally posted by: DeadByDawn
I left a girl in Juarez Mexico once because she was trying to play me. She was drunk and had to call her parents at 3am to come pick her up at the border. I think she was 19? Long time ago.
Originally posted by: MasonLuke
Originally posted by: DeadByDawn
I left a girl in Juarez Mexico once because she was trying to play me. She was drunk and had to call her parents at 3am to come pick her up at the border. I think she was 19? Long time ago.
Come on, at least take her to the border then dump her. how would you feel if something happened to her. Be a MAN.
Originally posted by: leftyman
I reiterate,
when it comes to inflicting heartache, pain, suffering and ridicule; women>men.
this thread proves it.
Originally posted by: chambersc
Originally posted by: MasonLuke
Originally posted by: DeadByDawn
I left a girl in Juarez Mexico once because she was trying to play me. She was drunk and had to call her parents at 3am to come pick her up at the border. I think she was 19? Long time ago.
Come on, at least take her to the border then dump her. how would you feel if something happened to her. Be a MAN.
Chivalry died with the feminist movement.
Originally posted by: Cookie
Originally posted by: leftyman
I reiterate,
when it comes to inflicting heartache, pain, suffering and ridicule; women>men.
this thread proves it.
I respectfully disagree....
and this thread proves nothing.
Originally posted by: DivideBYZero
Um. This one time, my hand stood me up.
Originally posted by: MasonLuke
Originally posted by: chambersc
Originally posted by: MasonLuke
Originally posted by: DeadByDawn
I left a girl in Juarez Mexico once because she was trying to play me. She was drunk and had to call her parents at 3am to come pick her up at the border. I think she was 19? Long time ago.
Come on, at least take her to the border then dump her. how would you feel if something happened to her. Be a MAN.
Chivalry died with the feminist movement.
Responsilbility didnt die. You take a chick to Mexico, no matter how awlful it is, you have the responsilbility to bring her back safely. Once she is back, then you can biatch slap her or hate fvck her, whatever floats your boat.
Originally posted by: EGGO
"SKIBBITY BOP, YOU JUST GOT DROPPED BITCH!" *drives away*
Originally posted by: Wapp
Originally posted by: DaShen
FYI, if you are a nice guy with a future or at least goals and aspirations, and you know how to treat a girl like a lady, girls will be attracted to you.
That's the worst advice ever.
Originally posted by: AnyMal
True story that happened back in '99, which was about a year after my ex and I got divorced.
It was on Halloween day and I was suppose to meet her at the mall to drop off some of her belongings I found while cleaninig my place. While waiting for her I was eyeing this extremely cute sales girsl that wore a little she-devil outfit and looked smoking hot. She was handing out candy in front of the store. I am not a looker by any means and new that I shouldn't even bother trying to talk to her, besides she looked very young (18-20) while I was getting up there in my twenties.
While I'm busy enjoying the eye candy my ex walks up and notices me staring at that girl. She immediately proceeds to make fun of me, saying how I shouldn't even bother looking because there is no way in hell a girl like that would give me time of day. Then and there I decided it's ownage time. I offer her a $20 bet that I will walk up to that girl and will get her number. She says "no fvcking way she'll give it to you" and accepts the bet.
I walk up to the girl and say: "Hi! I was wondering if you could help me"? She looks at me surprised and asks what is it she could help me with. I proceed to tell her that a woman standing few feet behind me is my ex-wife and she thinks I'm an "ugly loser", and no cute girl in the world would give me time of day. I told her that we made a bet and if I win I'd come back and give her half the money.
At this point she starts giggling like crazy and kept ask me if I was serious. I told her that she doesn't have to give me her real name or number, she can make it up, I just need something to show as proof. She's really amused by all this and tells me to wait a second. She goes back to the store and returns in a minute with a pad and paper and proceeds to write down a name and number. She gives it to me and motions me to lean down as if she wants to whisper something, BTW I'm 6'3" and she was about 5'3" She proceeds to whisper "It's my real number, forget about the money" and plants a kiss on my cheeck.
If I could describe the look on my ex's face as she watched that scence, the word "priceless" would not describe even a half of it.
P.S. I came back two weeks later and offered her the money again, but she refused. She asked why I havn't called and I told her that it would be best for her not to get involved with a considerably older recently divorced man who has a child. She said that she understood and she thanked me for good laughs.
The end
Originally posted by: slimrhcp
Originally posted by: AnyMal
True story that happened back in '99, which was about a year after my ex and I got divorced.
It was on Halloween day and I was suppose to meet her at the mall to drop off some of her belongings I found while cleaninig my place. While waiting for her I was eyeing this extremely cute sales girsl that wore a little she-devil outfit and looked smoking hot. She was handing out candy in front of the store. I am not a looker by any means and new that I shouldn't even bother trying to talk to her, besides she looked very young (18-20) while I was getting up there in my twenties.
While I'm busy enjoying the eye candy my ex walks up and notices me staring at that girl. She immediately proceeds to make fun of me, saying how I shouldn't even bother looking because there is no way in hell a girl like that would give me time of day. Then and there I decided it's ownage time. I offer her a $20 bet that I will walk up to that girl and will get her number. She says "no fvcking way she'll give it to you" and accepts the bet.
I walk up to the girl and say: "Hi! I was wondering if you could help me"? She looks at me surprised and asks what is it she could help me with. I proceed to tell her that a woman standing few feet behind me is my ex-wife and she thinks I'm an "ugly loser", and no cute girl in the world would give me time of day. I told her that we made a bet and if I win I'd come back and give her half the money.
At this point she starts giggling like crazy and kept ask me if I was serious. I told her that she doesn't have to give me her real name or number, she can make it up, I just need something to show as proof. She's really amused by all this and tells me to wait a second. She goes back to the store and returns in a minute with a pad and paper and proceeds to write down a name and number. She gives it to me and motions me to lean down as if she wants to whisper something, BTW I'm 6'3" and she was about 5'3" She proceeds to whisper "It's my real number, forget about the money" and plants a kiss on my cheeck.
If I could describe the look on my ex's face as she watched that scence, the word "priceless" would not describe even a half of it.
P.S. I came back two weeks later and offered her the money again, but she refused. She asked why I havn't called and I told her that it would be best for her not to get involved with a considerably older recently divorced man who has a child. She said that she understood and she thanked me for good laughs.
The end
Great story AnyMal! This is what I'm talking about. The kiss was the icing on the cake.
Originally posted by: miniMUNCH
I don't really have any ownage stories per se... I got dumped a couple times in junior high / high school, no big deal... the relations were not serious, no sex involved. I was really skinny in HS (think 6'1" 135 lbs skinny) so the girls I liked didn't see me as anything but a friend, even though I played basketball JV and, later, varisty.
Fast forward to college, put on 40+ lbs of muscle in about a year and a half... I was turning down sexual offers from complete strangers, at school from good looking women, at the beach from good looking women. See... I was already with my future wife at the time.
But it was kinda weird going from unnoticed to, in some cases, drooled over. One time, in the university book store.
Girl (steps up next to me): Oh, are your taking O chem this quarter?
Me: Yep.
girl: What section?
Me: The T/Th 0930-1100 section with Starkey... which ever one that is.
girl: Hmm... hey you want to get some lunch with me.
Me: No, sorry... I just ate and I have class in about 15 minutes.
girl: Well... you want to hook up tonight and fvck?
Me: Uh, no... I'm seeing someone.
girl: She wouldn't have to know...
Me: No way. I'm flattered... but no way in hell.
And I leave without buying the textbook I was going to buy. It was tempting but not that tempting... I already knew my GF was one and I wanted to marry her.
Originally posted by: Kelvrick
Originally posted by: slimrhcp
Originally posted by: AnyMal
True story that happened back in '99, which was about a year after my ex and I got divorced.
It was on Halloween day and I was suppose to meet her at the mall to drop off some of her belongings I found while cleaninig my place. While waiting for her I was eyeing this extremely cute sales girsl that wore a little she-devil outfit and looked smoking hot. She was handing out candy in front of the store. I am not a looker by any means and new that I shouldn't even bother trying to talk to her, besides she looked very young (18-20) while I was getting up there in my twenties.
While I'm busy enjoying the eye candy my ex walks up and notices me staring at that girl. She immediately proceeds to make fun of me, saying how I shouldn't even bother looking because there is no way in hell a girl like that would give me time of day. Then and there I decided it's ownage time. I offer her a $20 bet that I will walk up to that girl and will get her number. She says "no fvcking way she'll give it to you" and accepts the bet.
I walk up to the girl and say: "Hi! I was wondering if you could help me"? She looks at me surprised and asks what is it she could help me with. I proceed to tell her that a woman standing few feet behind me is my ex-wife and she thinks I'm an "ugly loser", and no cute girl in the world would give me time of day. I told her that we made a bet and if I win I'd come back and give her half the money.
At this point she starts giggling like crazy and kept ask me if I was serious. I told her that she doesn't have to give me her real name or number, she can make it up, I just need something to show as proof. She's really amused by all this and tells me to wait a second. She goes back to the store and returns in a minute with a pad and paper and proceeds to write down a name and number. She gives it to me and motions me to lean down as if she wants to whisper something, BTW I'm 6'3" and she was about 5'3" She proceeds to whisper "It's my real number, forget about the money" and plants a kiss on my cheeck.
If I could describe the look on my ex's face as she watched that scence, the word "priceless" would not describe even a half of it.
P.S. I came back two weeks later and offered her the money again, but she refused. She asked why I havn't called and I told her that it would be best for her not to get involved with a considerably older recently divorced man who has a child. She said that she understood and she thanked me for good laughs.
The end
Great story AnyMal! This is what I'm talking about. The kiss was the icing on the cake.
Great story.
Originally posted by: MasonLuke
Originally posted by: chambersc
Originally posted by: MasonLuke
Originally posted by: DeadByDawn
I left a girl in Juarez Mexico once because she was trying to play me. She was drunk and had to call her parents at 3am to come pick her up at the border. I think she was 19? Long time ago.
Come on, at least take her to the border then dump her. how would you feel if something happened to her. Be a MAN.
Chivalry died with the feminist movement.
Responsilbility didnt die. You take a chick to Mexico, no matter how awlful it is, you have the responsilbility to bring her back safely. Once she is back, then you can biatch slap her or hate fvck her, whatever floats your boat.
Originally posted by: slimrhcp
Since I've been underwhelmed by the responses thus far I'll post a really quick story.
Dated girl for four years (lived together for two).
Asked me to move out then dumped me.
Start talking again, then she decides to date someone else.
She gets dumped after like two months because she tried to recreate the relationship she had with me.
Upset that I won't talk to her or return her calls; calls become non-stop when her dog dies.
She starts posting all sorts of sentimental GNR lyrics on AIM and facebook thinking they'll lull me into talking to her (she never liked me listening Axl and co when we were dating, now claims she loves the meaning behind songs like November Rain and Patience).
Approaches my friends when she sees them and cries that she misses me, and wants me to talk to her in hopes that we can work things out.
Long story short: the cold shoulder owns.
Originally posted by: Gnrslash4life
November Rain was written off a short story. So what sentimental lyrics it has is beyond me....you should have put Used To Love Her lyrics in yours.