I just idly checked my email sent items folder to realise I had sent a whole bunch of pages-long emails to a guy who I find turns me on so much it's not even funny. :O And oh, man, I sound like such a loon in them. :-o Oh, god, no...:doh: My writer friends are used to my tomes, I tend to work out my thoughts in emails. But this poor guy hardly knows me.
That made me wonder, am I the only one who sometimes goes, "Oh, shit, that must look really bad..."
So with a tip of the hat to the "It will be all right on the night, but it wasn't" thread, I want to hear the opposite side, of things you did while making overtures to someone you fancied which, in retrospect, you realised made you look like a psycho. :P
I'll start, and pray to god I'll still get laid after this confession. :scared: My usual thing when someone says "I'll you," is to think, okay, hun, I'll believe you when I see it, and no hard feelings if you don't. I've always taken this view, except on one occasion.
I went on a blind date (I was about eighteen), all went well and we had sex. The guy dropped me off and said: "I'll call you tomorrow." :bs:
"Yeah, sure, look forward to it." I shrugged and let it go. He didn't call, I moved on, except that a week or so later, the guy's best friend gave me his number.
I stared at the little piece of paper and for some inexplicable reason thought, "You lying bastard. :fury: I'm going to teach you a lesson."
So I called him. And called him. And called, and called and called. He still lived with his parents, I remember apologising to his sister for the inconvenience, explaining that I was perfectly aware her brother didn't want anything to do with me, but that I wanted him to tell me the truth. Eventually he had the guts to come to the phone and tell me straight that he wasn't interested. I said, "Thank you. That's all I wanted to hear." And never called again.
About three days later it sank in that I must have come across as a complete lunatic. :doh::doh::doh: Thank god I'm now on the other side of the world, I'd die of shame if I ever bumped into him.
So there, I bravely led the way. Who's next?
*sound of crickets in the silence*
:-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o
Maybe I should write another email apologising for the other emails... :giggle:
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Quote by user=BullAndBoo
I just idly checked my email sent items folder to realise I had sent a whole bunch of pages-long emails to a guy who I find turns me on so much it's not even funny. :O And oh, man, I sound like such a loon in them. :-o Oh, god, no...:doh: My writer friends are used to my tomes, I tend to work out my thoughts in emails. But this poor guy hardly knows me.
That made me wonder, am I the only one who sometimes goes, "Oh, shit, that must look really bad..."
So with a tip of the hat to the "It will be all right on the night, but it wasn't" thread, I want to hear the opposite side, of things you did while making overtures to someone you fancied which, in retrospect, you realised made you look like a psycho. :P
I'll start, and pray to god I'll still get laid after this confession. :scared: My usual thing when someone says "I'll you," is to think, okay, hun, I'll believe you when I see it, and no hard feelings if you don't. I've always taken this view, except on one occasion.
I went on a blind date (I was about eighteen), all went well and we had sex. The guy dropped me off and said: "I'll call you tomorrow." :bs:
"Yeah, sure, look forward to it." I shrugged and let it go. He didn't call, I moved on, except that a week or so later, the guy's best friend gave me his number.
I stared at the little piece of paper and for some inexplicable reason thought, "You lying bastard. :fury: I'm going to teach you a lesson."
So I called him. And called him. And called, and called and called. He still lived with his parents, I remember apologising to his sister for the inconvenience, explaining that I was perfectly aware her brother didn't want anything to do with me, but that I wanted him to tell me the truth. Eventually he had the guts to come to the phone and tell me straight that he wasn't interested. I said, "Thank you. That's all I wanted to hear." And never called again.
About three days later it sank in that I must have come across as a complete lunatic. :doh::doh::doh: Thank god I'm now on the other side of the world, I'd die of shame if I ever bumped into him.
So there, I bravely led the way. Who's next?
*sound of crickets in the silence*
:-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o :-o
Maybe I should write another email apologising for the other emails... :giggle:
** Makes personal note to just smile maniacally and wave slowly next time Boo addresses me**
...Nah boo I am surprised he hadnt a restraining order put on ya hun ....
...Nah boo I am surprised he hadnt a restraining order put on ya hun ....
He probably did but Boo ignored it Make:grin::grin:
Okay in the spirit of self shaming, I was dumped a few days before Christmas, louse!!!
Anyway myself and a few friends went out on Christmas Eve, proceeded to get rat arsed..
Conversation turned to the louse, and encouraged by my so called friends, I decided to go to his house and tell him exactly what I thought of him..
Oh god the shame:-o:-o:-o:-o
I banged on the door and his poor Dad answered, I was practicaly incoherent with drink at this stage, he took me inside and I fell off the sofa..
I vaguely next day remember his Mum coming out of the kitchen, and her mouth dropping open..
They gave me coffee and the Dad drove me home..
Of course he told all and sundry what I had done, and every time I met his parents in town I crawled past them:cry:
Bull: "Why doesn't anyone on the site want to chat with us any more?"
Boo (trying to look innocent): "I dunno." 
Oh Lord they just keep coming back..
I was obsessed with a young lad from the estate I lived in, he never even knew I existed..
I wrote a god awful cringe letter to the problem page of the Jackie magazine (didn't even get published)talk about angst ridden
Not having the money for a stamp, I had to ask my Mum, I told her I was writing to the St Martin De Porres magazine:haha::haha: seeking a penpal..
Not having the money for a stamp, I had to ask my Mum, I told her I was writing to the St Martin De Porres magazine:haha::haha: seeking a penpal.. Quote by user=BullAndBoo
Addies, I love you. I thought I was going to be the only one blabbing my terrible shame here. You can come pass out on our couch any day!
This is a great thread Bulland Boo...:thumbup:
Bull: "Why doesn't anyone on the site want to chat with us any more?"
Boo (trying to look innocent): "I dunno."
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Quote by user=BullAndBoo...shuts down whole north east Eircom grid...just in case
*peers at Make from behind a bush, dialling his number once more*
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