Yep, I had a 1968 Chevelle in HS and first couple years in college which I used on several dates - some good & some VERY good ones if I recall correctly.
(just trying to bring this back on topic)
Yep, I had a 1968 Chevelle in HS and first couple years in college which I used on several dates - some good & some VERY good ones if I recall correctly.
(just trying to bring this back on topic)
"Whatever beer I'm drinking, is better than the one I'm not." DMLW
Background: crossed paths with this guy on the Plenty of Fish dating site. At the time I had one of my fiddle pics up, and it got his attention. (We're the same age, he also plays folk music, cycling, etc.) We've exchanged maybe five e-mails over the last couple of years, and several months ago we talked on the phone for maybe 15 minutes. He's on Pacific time... and km distance, C degrees, and Cdn $.
Four days ago he sent out a group e-mail explaining that he was touring across Canada, hoped to reach the east coast. It took two days of driving before he realized that he needed to buy a road map.
Two days ago he messaged me saying he was on his way to - yikes - my town. "I thought perhaps to stay a night in a motel, perhaps Tues pm, and take you out, play some music etc. Could I have your phone number again, please? I can phone you when I'm closer."
Er, apparently he forgot to bring his mobile phone.
Today I get this one:
"I jammed, and I'm so sorry.
I got as far as Thunder Bay and felt miserable driving (although I pooted around on my bicycle a few times), and got tired living out of the van, not shaving or bathing etc. I turned around, and am now in Medicine Hat, Alberta, heading to Vancouver.
If you like, I can put in up to $1000 to fly you to the coast for a holiday. I'd like to see you. Let me know and we can work out details."
As my dear departed mother used to say, "I can't imagine why he's still single."
^^ Yeah that's a candidate ripe for the "Next!" treatment. Much of the time I think being single is just easier.
"He defended the cause of the poor and needy, and so all went well. Is that not what it means to know me?" Jeremiah 22:16
Have him send you the money! A vacation (as long as it's not in his house) sounds great!!
(ok, maybe not all-together sane, but...)
How do I know you are who you think you are?
If he really had $1000 for a trip (and you'd have to buy, and he'd forget to reimburse you...) he wouldn't be living out of his van. Nothing says "I'm a loser" like "I haven't had a bath in days". Yuck. Even $16 a night campgrounds have showers.
Pass on this one...
^^ Gee, and I just about finished packing for the trip. (kidding.)
When he'd sent that first "I'm traveling" message, I replied with a helpful hint from Veloise: truckstops have showers. They are clean (cleaner than my bathroom at home). Inexpensive. Grab a coffee while you're there, pick up a set of girly mudflaps, use all the hot water if you want.
It's funny; I am on day 3.5 of a houseguest, a long-time buddy from Detroit who's in town for a teacher's workshop. She's a dear. Not only did she bring a cooler of her own food, she also brought her own linens. Said she has a visiting kit with a sleep mask, meds, pillow, you name it. Also, reading material, she printed out maps to my house and the workshop site, and she probably even brought her own lightbulb. The gal is a veteran camper; I am impressed.
And no, she doesn't have a brother! :-/
Damn. She needs to train a few houseguests I've had.Originally posted by Veloise
"He defended the cause of the poor and needy, and so all went well. Is that not what it means to know me?" Jeremiah 22:16
He has Canadian citizenship? That's good enough for me. I'll buy a house in Toronto and marry him for the health care. I'm no ball'n chain gal; he can continue to stay... wherever he camps out.
I'll share some good news, I've been dating a wonderful woman since april. crazy amount in common and we both accept and are willing to put up with eachother's oddities. time will tell.
Too lazy to beat myself up for being to lazy to beat myself up for being too lazy to... well you get the point....
I am happy for you
"He defended the cause of the poor and needy, and so all went well. Is that not what it means to know me?" Jeremiah 22:16
YAY Donk, hope it continues to go well!
When will I learn to not post this stuff?! It's like keeping a bad journal and not being able to get rid of it.... Basically, kept hanging out with said "hypothetical" friend mentioned in the above Feb post. Known him for ten years, gotten to be better friends the past year, started dating in April. Tons in common, a lot alike, but both quite busy and freaked out about relationships. Today we have the conversation that if it goes further, which scares the hell out of both of us, we might not end up as friends, and we both are scared to get kids involved, and he doesn't know what to do. I told him I'm a hell of a catch (hahahah) but that I wasn't going to convince anyone they should be with me, and basically I feel the same way he does (about being scared, etc.). It's kind of time to go to the next level, but its scary. So, it ended with him saying that right now maybe we should just be friends. Blah. I feel like I have lost my right arm or something.
SW;
Keep it as "friends" right now and keep hanging out every so often. You both are scared and you've only been dating for four months. It will happen, but not by forcing or pushing anything. Enjoy each other's company, open conversation and such. He values your firendship and that can evolve.
"Whatever beer I'm drinking, is better than the one I'm not." DMLW
For those going the online dating route who aren't yet hooked up:
Online Dating Advice: Exactly What To Say In A First Message
http://blog.okcupid.com/index.php/20...first-message/
Not so much along the usual lines of 'dating support group' stuff we see here, but a story of a (almost) great date I thought I'd share.
Getting lucky - One time as a college freshman I screwed up the courage to ask out a grad student on an actual ‘date’ date. I should say for the record that I have never been a big fan of the ritualistic aspects of relationships i.e. courting behavior codes. So for me to do this was something of an effort. To my amazement and pleasure she actually agreed to go watch a hockey game with me. I picked her up at her place, but was running rather late – a bit of a problem when it came to the whole parking issue, as anyone knows who has ever driven to a sporting event. We got there 5 minutes after the game started and I’d resigned myself to the idea that I’d end up walking a quarter mile through slushy parking lots. By some miracle, though, as I was going to drop her off at the front door I noticed the CLOSEST parking space to the entrance was available and quickly snapped it up. As we were heading to the ticket counter a horrible realization dawned on me – I had forgotten to stop by the bank earlier to get money! As I pulled my wallet out in a frantic effort to check the coin pouch and every nook and cranny for any money at all I noticed from the corner of my eye…..a $20 bill someone had dropped on the sidewalk! Enough for decent seats near one of the goals. As I recall it was a closely matched contest with lots of interesting things happening, like scoring during the other team’s power plays and such. Anywho, the gods were truly smiling on me that evening because in the final minutes of the game an errant slapshot went careening over the Plexiglas and I caught/intercepted the puck a foot in front of my date’s face! She was relieved, impressed, and grateful. I am sorry to have to disappoint those of you who believed this anecdote was going to culminate in perfect symmetry, but sadly the one way in which I did not get lucky that night was in the ‘getting lucky’ department!
You got a lucky puck. Did you keep it?
Off-topic:
I'll leave it to others to indulge in crudity here. I'm much too sophisticated to even think like that. 
“Death comes when memories of the past exceed the vision for the future.”
This belongs in the Whopper thread.Not so much along the usual lines of 'dating support group' stuff we see here, but a story of a (almost) great date I thought I'd share.
Getting lucky - One time as a college freshman I screwed up the courage to ask out a grad student on an actual ‘date’ date. I should say for the record that I have never been a big fan of the ritualistic aspects of relationships i.e. courting behavior codes. So for me to do this was something of an effort. To my amazement and pleasure she actually agreed to go watch a hockey game with me. I picked her up at her place, but was running rather late – a bit of a problem when it came to the whole parking issue, as anyone knows who has ever driven to a sporting event. We got there 5 minutes after the game started and I’d resigned myself to the idea that I’d end up walking a quarter mile through slushy parking lots. By some miracle, though, as I was going to drop her off at the front door I noticed the CLOSEST parking space to the entrance was available and quickly snapped it up. As we were heading to the ticket counter a horrible realization dawned on me – I had forgotten to stop by the bank earlier to get money! As I pulled my wallet out in a frantic effort to check the coin pouch and every nook and cranny for any money at all I noticed from the corner of my eye…..a $20 bill someone had dropped on the sidewalk! Enough for decent seats near one of the goals. As I recall it was a closely matched contest with lots of interesting things happening, like scoring during the other team’s power plays and such. Anywho, the gods were truly smiling on me that evening because in the final minutes of the game an errant slapshot went careening over the Plexiglas and I caught/intercepted the puck a foot in front of my date’s face! She was relieved, impressed, and grateful. I am sorry to have to disappoint those of you who believed this anecdote was going to culminate in perfect symmetry, but sadly the one way in which I did not get lucky that night was in the ‘getting lucky’ department!
Maister, do you really expect anybody to believe this story? You think we're that gullible, Balloon Boy?
A nuisance may be merely a right thing in the wrong place — like a pig in the parlor instead of the barnyard.
Then it's a good thing I didn't tell about the one (yeah it happened once ya know) that did end up with me 'getting lucky'This belongs in the Whopper thread.
I firmly believe that women have majority control over the "getting lucky" factor.
"He defended the cause of the poor and needy, and so all went well. Is that not what it means to know me?" Jeremiah 22:16
Truer words were never spoken.
I have seen
old ships sailing
like swans asleep
Some weeks (months?) back I ran into a guy I know from folk dancing at the grocers. We chatted. Moments later, a gal from my church joined us (bringing items to place into his -- their -- cart). More pleasantries exchanged.
Time passed, and he suddenly began to call and e-mail me. Happened to mention that he's been living with her, and is moving out due to a flare-up of her thyroid condition. (???)
This is not going anywhere:
--Bad listener. I make a casual comment, and he runs away with it. Other comments, he doesn't follow or hear or recall.
--He talks a lot (see above).
--If I'm sleep-deprived, I say so once, and cut things short. I don't keep talking and repeating myself and not listening.
--He's copying me on strange e-mails. Sent one to his daughter talking about a desk he's thinking of buying, copied me. WTF?
--Our first (very casual) meet-up: he arrived late, no call. Ended abruptly when he looked at the clock, "I have an appointment," dashed out.
I'm feeling rather proud of myself. I may be lonely, but I'm not desperate, and the early frustrations of trying to compromise are not going to get better. Next!
Creep-o-Meter alarm ringing loudlySteer clear.
"He defended the cause of the poor and needy, and so all went well. Is that not what it means to know me?" Jeremiah 22:16
Amen to that! I think too many times women make excuses for others (not just men), and sometimes we should just chalk it up to what it is and just move on.
Yay, that's awesome!
I have 4 dates in the next 4 days. I feel 20 again.
Come back on day 5 and let us know how much you've aged.I have 4 dates in the next 4 days. I feel 20 again.
“Death comes when memories of the past exceed the vision for the future.”
Is the YES lyric -
true ?Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than - a
Owner of a broken heart
In my case I believe it is.
Oddball
Why don't you knock it off with them negative waves?
Why don't you dig how beautiful it is out here?
Why don't you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?
From Kelly's Heroes (1970)
Are you sure you're not hurt ?
No. Just some parts wake up faster than others.
Broke parts take a little longer, though.
From Electric Horseman (1979)
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