YSaC, Vol. 719: Me ^ You ^ !Me
me and you and not me – m4w (out of my leagueeee)
I seen a few times 2 years back eating by yourself at Rainforest Cafe
I tried to send you TelepaThic messages cuz I was too shy to confront you (and rightly so)Caught some glances my way, but was way too scared to amble over.
So im writing now to say that I should have known that i’ve never been more ready to make a fool of myself.hope to see you soon, mystery lady.
So which is more quixotic: trying to find a woman you sent telepathic messages to two years ago at a Rainforest Cafe, or trying to create a “missed connection” with every single girl you come in contact with during your day?
Loading ...And there your were – m4w – 21
i seen you this morning at the computer store.there was alot of subtle flirtation.i didnt see a ring on your finger so when i got into my car i screamed YES!!!!! than quickly stopped because i forgot my rear window was down and i scared a small child i think becasue she was running to her dad…the dad quickly started running towards my vehicle so i had to leave in a hurry and it certainl runied my o so glorious moment..what a shame.i hope you feel what i did.i know its real.i know its not fake because i know its real..not fake.unless its real but a fake real..
One of our hobbies is playing Rock Band. Silly, yes, but fun. I’ve taken to trying to play a real bass guitar instead of the fake bass while we play Rock Band, just to see if I can keep up. (I usually can’t, but it’s fun to try.) I refer to it as the act of playing fake fake bass. Now I’m worried that my fake fake bass is real but a fake real, which would mean I was playing fake fake fake bass. Which only makes a little less sense than this ad.
Thanks, Litarider and Angela!
i hope you feel what i did.i know its real.i know its not fake because i know its real..not fake.unless its real but a fake real
I really, really hope I never feel what he did. Fake or real, I don’t want to feel it. Ewwwwww.
I feel what you did there.
I’m pretty sure it’s real fake real.
I was afraid of that.
Sammiches! The older I get, the more I am inclined to be sentimental and gushy over food. Sigh.
I get the same way with good Indian food.
What, you were expecting a different kind of cuisine?
I’m not good with international cuisine. It’s all Greek to me.
Well, then, you should try it 😉
So… in Greek restaurants, do you always have to enter through the rear of the building?
What?
Well, the party’s often in the back, but the liquor’s up front.
What?
Opa!!!!
Here’s another plate for you, Manda. (Be more careful next time.)
Well, now I’m torn betwixt hankerings.
A nice WesPac “Seven Boy” Curry, or a sliced beef sammitch.
Unless there’s a reuben going wanting.
And a stuffed grape leaf and saganaki (or a kasseri done Swiss stove-top style with some pita chips . . . )
Even when you’re talking about food, I still have no idea what you’re saying.
Party on, Garth.
EDIT: Because it’s somewhat related, albeit late, I gave my father “Ulysses” for Father’s Day this year. I wrote on the inside cover, “To Dad. This is possibly the only thing that could be more confusing than raising me.”
I kinda want a reuben now.
Get a Reuben you two.
*hands SJ a fake real fake reuben*
Here’s one just for you, SJ. Mr. Eyebrows makes the BEST! He takes sliced cooked corned beef and grill marks it quick on the bbq. On top of that goes the heated sauerkraut, a nice slice of Gruyere cheese and homemade thousand island dressing, all between two slices of fresh rye bread. To.Die.For. Oh, you’ll probably need this, too.
*hands SJ a large napkin*
I really want one now. That made me drool a bit.
That makes two of us, SJ.
I feel terribly left out. I’ve never had one.
Well, dev, if you ever make it across the pond to the left coast of the US, I’ll have Mr. Eyebrows make one up for you personally.
well there’s always the Lottery…
what? I can dream can’t I?
just what does it say about us all that the vote is overwhelmingly in favour of sammiches?
Our priorities are in order?
*Hits Lola with a door*
I only do it because I love you and you make me crazy sometimes.
Too creepy?
Not yet – hit me with the actual door of my home and I will probably wig, however.
I think I can agree with that
On the subject of sammiches:
Sammiches, much like Mega-Death Volcano Rollercoasters on RCT3, are a moral imperative.
On the subject of doors:
I think Taco’s nearly found our places of living! Time to do a Chinese Fire Drill with our homes!
Astro, I give you a door for the “moral imperative” Real Genius reference, even if it was unintentional.
Astro, you’re further south than I am; if it’s as hot or hotter there than here, I’m staying put, and will bank on the heatwave keeping Taco in cool Wisconsin.
@K: All references there were unintentional, I’m afraid.
What Lola said, both times
I know I’m not good enough for you! – M4T
I saw you sitting there at the restaurant and knew immediately that I didn’t deserve you. I sent you TelePathetic messages with my mind, but you ignored them, and rightly so because I did not deserve your time. You caught me glancing your way a few times but I was scared and didn’t pick you. I should have known I was ready for you, but I ordered the quesadilla instead.
Chili-Cheese Taco, I think I’m worthy now. Please be my lunch today. I look forward to hearing from you.
Nice portmanteau (TelepaThic + pathetic = TelepaThetic).
When I read the post, I was thinking of it, too. I hope you feel what I did. I know it’s real.
You had me at ‘portmanteau’.
Natalie Portmanteau?
Was she in “SWaRs, Revenge of the Orii of the Delta Quadrant:1999”?
Just so we’re all aware, I had Chicken Parmesan for lunch today, but I was thinking about CCT in my heart.
CCT, wherever you are, even though I’m not worthy I’m ready for you!
Here’s some protection for when this fabulous event occurs, TM.
*hands over some Tums and Zantac*
While on the subject of fine cuisine, I would like to warn against Kraft’s stringcheese. It tastes like rubber.
If a Lowes Foods is near you, the discerning string cheese connoisseur would do well to purchase their brand, as I insist my mom do when she goes grocery shopping. Food Not.A.Lion. Brand is not an acceptable replacement, although Trader Joe’s might be.
We have a “Scott’s Farm” brand string chese here in the dairy land. It’s
awesomeocesome stuff and it comes in smokey flavor.You and me and not me come together right now TelepaThically.
If the girl get message, should she respond to “me” or “not me?”
Do you like me.
Think yes or know?
I think I have a bike. Do you have $1?
I think so.
I don’t have $1, but if it’s for sale, can’t I take it for free?
I like your memelogic, LRC.
well I really did want $1, you see I need it to get the green thing to go with the blue and red ones I already bought.
you have to have the full set you know.
Is “not me” his evil twin, I wonder?
Probably the “evil twin” he sees only in certain highly reflective surfaces, who always seems to be wearing the exact same thing he is.
I thought I was the only one with an evil twin like that! I need to find this guy so we can make a support group.
Oh crap, my evil twin is trapped inside my monitor again! I’ll save you! *Reaches for the hammer*
No, “Not Me” is the invisible gremlin in “The Family Circus” who posts creepy Craigslist ads when Billy’s parents aren’t looking.
Ah the young male! Every girl who glances his way or says “Excuse me” is sending secret signals! But he cannot act on it till much, much later (like two years?)
Thank God for telepathy, or we’d never reproduce.
Umm… I must have had a different Biology teacher than you, ’cause I don’t remember telepathy being involved.
Everyone knows you just have to wait for the drunken stork to bring you your child, although sometimes it’s Bugs Bunny.
Wait, isn’t the drunken stork the one that leaves you with a gherkin?
Not unless “drunken stork” and “gherkin” are euphemisms, which I guess they technically could be.
I vote for ‘Drunken Stork’ as band name of the day.
Tonight, at the 40 Watt: Drunken Stork, playing songs from their new album “Leaves You With a Gherkin.”
Oh! I hope they play their hit single, “Long Distance Chowderheads.” (Banned in Boston)
Chowdas run
Into the midnight sun
It’s fake real round and round
You’re in my thoughts
TelePathetic
In a stalker-y way
I’ll send you all my love
From the café
They say that the road ain’t no place to start a family
But right down the line it’s been Rainforest Girl and me
And a long-distance chowda-head love ain’t always what it’s supposed to be
Oh oh, girl, you were in the computer store
I’m forever yours
Until the restraining order.
LRC, I will adore you forever for that. Journey for the win!
Awwwww. Thanks, Manda.
I assume you’ve seen this website? http://holyshrineofjourney.com/wwjd.html
I had not. It is now an instant favorite. WWJD, indeed.
Late as usual, but timely in that The Onion’s AV Club project, Undercover, posted a fine (if less laugh-inducing) rendition of Faithfully by Clem Snide, on solo ukulele. With whistle solo (well, duet).
http://www.avclub.com/articles/journey,38879/
Dear Mr. TelepaThic,
Yes, I glanced your way. Several times as a matter of fact. Mostly because I was wondering why you were staring intently at me, lips silently moving, with a look on your face that suggested extreme constipation, not concentration. Please believe me when I say it’s not me, it’s you.
Signed,
Rainforest Girl
Is Rainforest Girl a superhero like Luxury Woman and Celebrity Woman?
Yes. And she needs a driver. (Or a 9 iron. Either would be effective in keeping this telepathic nutjob at bay.)
Did the first poster fall off a cliff while titling his ad? (out of my leagueeee)
TelepaThic- for the thick headed.
You will find the most holiest of women in the Castle aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrhhhhhh…
“the Castle aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrhhhhhh…” ? That’s a strange name for a castle. Was it named by pirates by any chance?
…the most holiest of women…
Ewww.
…the most holiest of women…
Our dear Llama-Nun is, if I remember correctly, both female and, in her online persona, a nun…
*Takes a giant step away from Astro and awaits the cleansing bolt of Valhalla*
Wait!
:Fetches bag of marshmallows and stick:
Okay, go ahead.
Dear Mr. Creepy,
Please find, enclosed, a restraining order.
Don’t even think about me….ever.again.
Sincerely,
Mall Security a/k/a Rainforest Chick
Sparky #2 sounds like a great catch, I’m always looking for men who can terrify small children from a distance. If only he were able to send messages TelepaThicly, like Sparky #1, then he would be perfect! Just think of the savings on my cell phone bill.
*Thinks at SJ*
I’m not sure I’ve ever done that with a bike before.
You’ll have to sign this personal injury waiver. Are you an organ donor, by chance?
Why yes I…
WAIT A MINUTE! You’re trying to harvest my organs again aren’t you, SJ!? Well I’m not gonna fall for it THIS time.
Yessir, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice… you ain’t never gonna fool me again.
Oh, please. You can barely see the scar anymore.
It’n not like you really needed all that marrow to begin with.
SJ — are you trying to clone Taco in your basement again. Think about this, lots of little Taco’s running around NC instead of the serial killer state. That’s a little toooooooo scarry.
Welp, I’m not going to be sleeping tonight. Thanks Artsy.
Can they still be considered “clones” if 50% or more of the genetic material is of animal origin?
It’ll just be like when I wear my squirrel costume but without the dry-cleaning fees afterwords.
EDIT: Hmm, that turned out quite unintentionally dirty now that I’m reading it.
I think it depends on the animal — stay away from the rodent family.
Well, cat hair does have a tendency to get into the oddest places…
The prehensile tail is coming along nicely, though. Should make nice Christmas gifts this year.
“Tele-Thicky”? Might be the ideal collective term for CL Sparkiness–how to be a chowderhead at a distance.
“Long Distance Chowderheads” gets my vote for band name du jour.
Ooh, that’s good too, I may have to change my vote.
Kind of makes me feel like I’m being phoned by cousins in New England.
Those would be “Chowda-heads”, Laurel.
I am not ze clumsy waiter!
Thank you for the correction, LRC, I’d probably know that if I actually had cousins in New England. Well, I dohave cousings in New England, but they’re not fromNew England, don’t have any sort of fun accent…
I’m rambling, aren’t I?
It’s ok, I’m actually from New England, and I don’t have any fun accent, either.
Except when I leave New England.
Oddly, I received this spam subject today, “4.I love you not for who you are, but for who I am before you.”
Sparky must have gotten my email address using TelepaThy and traveled back in time to exist before me.
–Not the Rainforest Girl.
Out of his league and also, apparently, out of TelePathic-wave range.
… Not surprising, given the brainpower evinced by the rest of the ad.
“So im writing now to say that I should have known that i’ve never been more ready to make a fool of myself.”
Goes without saying, doesn’t it?
I believe the term is: QED.
“and there your were”
Yes. Yes they were. And the rest of me too.
He IS talking about elbows, right?
Knees I think.
Maybe shoulder knees.
With circles around them. Of course.
Great you two!!! Now I have “head and shoulders knees and toes, knees and toes” stuck in my head for the rest of the day.
And eyes, and ears, and mouth, and nose.
Taco, I was going to go with “and elbows and ankles and wrists and shoulder knees” but I suppose the traditional route works too.
of course he is Manda, all guys have a thing for elbows don’t they?
What?
Dev, I’m sure you’re right. MrB claims to be an ankle man I think though.
Well of course when I say ankle, I actually mean not.an.ankle.
You mean shoulder-knees then?
I knew a guy once who claimed to be a shoulder man, but then, that wasn’t the only way he was a little odd.
I like that area on the side just above the hip.
way toooooo much info for a faux Monday
This is what happens when the Goddess of Love takes a vacation!
Innana — did you notice an extra teenager when you got home. I seem to have misplaced one.
Just rattle the treat bag, that usually works.
Hey! I resemble that remark!
I’ll check my basement.
*hides torture equipment*
Phew, for a moment there I thought I’d been caught. What? The cat? Haven’t seen it.
…there was alot of subtle flirtation.…
Translation: You said “Hi” to me so I followed you around the store like a puppy until you got so creeped out you fled as if the building was on fire.
Is this type of misinterpretation of behavior limited to men, or does one just not hear about it when it’s done by women? Just wondering …
Women are usually more subtle.
Plus most men (judging by the CraigsList ads) believe they are constantly being pursued by hordes of beautiful and available women wherever they go, so they don’t comment on it too often.
Bingo
Men think stalkers are cool!!
Thus the dichotomy is revealed;
Men – “Dude, that chick is totally stalking me!” :high fives friends</i:
Women – "Ugh, that guy is totally stalking me!” :dials 911:
:grumbles:
Damn vanishing edit feature. I do know how to close my italics.
Edit – Oh, NOW you show up, mocking me with you little countdown!
Don’t worry, SJ. It happens to the <del <i best </i of us </del me all the time.
You know, I’ve never heard my women friends talk about how some guy liked them when he had never said a word; but I heard my men friends often say, “that waitress liked me!” or “that girl liked me”.
BUT, all my friends who are in relationships, are there because the woman made the first move.
Don’t know what that means.
Women have better movements?
I made the first move in my relationship.
Granted my friends had to fill me with liquid courage; but I made the move!
I tend think most guys wouldn’t understand a woman was stalking them unless they were hit in the head repeatedly with a brick while being told “I’m stalking you!!!” At which point they’d say, “You are??? Cool.”
What it means: Most, if not all, men are still at the evolutionary stage of: Tears page of notebook paper out. Paper has pencil drawing of Transformer-type figure drawn on it. Scribbles on paper, “I reLly think yur Hot! Want to go out somewheres? Check ( ) Yes or ( ) No”
Manda – you should not give away family secrets about Grampdaddy and Grampmommy meeting…
she didn’t yet did she? I thought we were waiting on you for that
Did I miss something again?
Dev, I think he means the part about hitting them over the head with a brick to clue them in on the interest and/or stalking. Which is nonsense, really. My mom could have beat him senseless with a brick and he still wouldn’t have caught on.
That’s because I’m pure as the driven snow – Limelolly said so. I think.
I did say that.
Did you know:
There is a difference between new fallen snow and driven-snow. 😉
Women can be creepy stalkers too, but it’s true you don’t hear about it as much unless they’ve broken in to a celebrity’s home or something along those lines.
So maybe they’re better at staying undetected?
Sounds like women don’t do it as often, but when they do, they make up for the rest of us. De Clérambault’s syndrome, anyone?
Hehehe, she said “do it”
I once left my phone number on the receipt for the bartender when there had been no signals whatsoever, but I wasn’t misinterpreting any behavior. He was just cute.
That’s awesome, Bridgete! *internet high-five*
Thanks, LRC! It was one of my boldest moments yet.
My heavens clothespin jeebus! Is this yet another example of what is out there in the world of singles and online dating connections? I’m glad that I come from a (much) earlier generation.
Mr. Eyebrows and I met at college and chatted (with perhaps a touch of flirting thrown in) in the classroom for a couple months before he asked me out. We still talk fondly about those days and the time it took. He was smitten right away, while I was cautious but intrigued, didn’t think he was my “type.” Turns out, he was! Our professor said she could see it all along, but enjoyed watching it blossom. She also told us a couple years later that she deliberately put us in opposite groups (it was a Humanities class), so that we would challenge each other in debates and presentations. Very sly! Ah, well, nostalgia is lovely. And put me down as a fan of old-fashioned romance!
*wanders off to give the Mr. a kiss on his five-finger forehead*
This is so sweet it effectively de-snarked me!
have another coffee Lola, you’ll soon get over it.
On it. 8)
Only a momentary pause, I hope, Lola. If the coffee doesn’t help, just review a few older YSaC posts (including the one above) and that should do it! We need your snarking talent, both for enjoyment and inspiration.
For some reason, it doesn’t seem to affect our kids that way at all. They holler “Ewwww!” at the drop of a hat…from another room…or even from outside.
So your professor was a “Love doctor”
*Not de-snarked by sweetness*
BOINGY!!!
Thank you, I think this is mine … *takes HC’s coffee away*
I backwashed in that.
🙂
Can you tell I’m on vacation this week?
*Makes more coffee and looks out the window at the sunshine*
*Nappy time*
The epic* story of Mr. and Mrs. Taco:
We first met through mutual friends in college (they noticed we were extremely similar (geeks) and tried to hook us up). After meeting it was “meh” at first sight. We wouldn’t give each other the time of day, really. Not that we disliked each other, we just didn’t really hit it off. Plus we lived on opposite sides of the state and long distance relationships via email are just hard to do.
Fast forward 3 years. We meet again at the same friends’ wedding. We’re both in the wedding party and are forced to interact in all the planning. We both discover we share a passion for P&P gaming, video games, bad movies, etc. After a night of dancing and talking at their wedding, we figured we had each made a new friend and promised to meet up for some D&D later in the week with other mutual friends. I don’t think either of us really figured on a relationship at that point.
Two days later my friends have liquored me up and convinced me to ask her over for a date and a bad movie (007: The World is Not Enough). We dated for about 4 months before she moved in, and 3 years later we got married.
*This may not be true.
Ooops! Sorry Mr. Taco. My inappropriate commentary below was supposed to be up a notch or three. Darn digital latency!
I know there’s a 16 sided die joke here someplace…*sending it “TelepaThic-ly”*
http://xkcd.com/708/
Me love you long time for XKCD reference, SJ.
Not after that black belt story.
Me like having functioning limbs.
I love it! I’m hoping Grampdaddy will be on later and share the story of the first time he asked my mom out. Although perhaps it is only hilariously funny to those of us who are their offspring.
As for MrB and I, we both showed up to help a mutual friend move. He firmly maintains to this day he was not flirting with me, but 4 1/2 months later we were engaged. That was almost 10 years ago. I’m sure he is right. He definitely wasn’t flirting. Not at all. 😉
Maybe that was a futile attempt to flee in his car because the rear window was down and your dad was running after him? Just a thought…
I’m getting old, ‘Manda – what hilarious story? Can I buy a clue please?
Skiing. Lederhosen. (sp?) That’s 2 clues.
Oh – that’s why you lost me. That wasn’t asking for a date – that was the first time she met me, well before we actually got to know each other. However, it could explain her reluctance to have anything to do with me a few years later…
yep, Lederhosen will do that to a gal
Thanks Dev – I knew you’d understand.
yes well, you know how it is, there’s just something about a man in Lederhosen.
Unfortunately for the men wearing it, that something makes most women want to run screaming in the opposite direction
Well, yeah – there is that, too. Dev, you seem to be ‘experienced’ on the topic. Lived experience or just supposition?
*I refuse to confirm, deny, or claim 5th amendment protection concerning the suggestion ‘Manda has made.*
Not exactly experience, since it wasn’t someone trying to get my attention as such, but I think it’s safe to say that a holiday on the Rhine many years ago clearly had an impact. *chuckle*
The hotel bar staff had a uniform of sorts you see.
These stories are so cute! There’s no Mr. Bridgete to tell a story about. As for the guy I’m seeing…nothing all that cute. Although I suppose if it lasts we can tell the story of how we survived the two months of bar prep.
Chalk this one up to Match.com and either stubbornness or laziness, I’m not sure which. I signed up for a free trial. I emailed about 13 guys (and about 10 more emailed me), went out for first dates with four, additional dates with two and he was the one I stuck with.
Funny thing is, I emailed him just after his free trial was up and he wasn’t sure if I was real or a ploy to get him to pay for a subscription to be able to email back. He says I’m the best $13 he ever spent.
It did take him 5 years, though, to decide that it wasn’t going to kill him to get married again. (And he’d been officially living with me for two of those years.)
The epic story of the llamanun and ostrimu is epic indeed … it involves the internet, 3000 miles, and lots of plane flights. And a broken radiator. And an ocelot.*
*This may not be true.
So it may involve an ocefew or an ocesome?
How ocesome is that!
I’ll get back in my kennel now.
Taco: ocelittle.
I heard the epic story at the meetup! It is epic indeed. =)
Does it involve ninjas?
Pirates?
Pirate-ninjas (or Ninja-pirates)?
Ocelot Pirate-Ninjas?!?
Mrs. H (it’s actually Mrs. B, and on occasion she’ll become Mrs. BhyphenH) is a bit older than I so I believe she technically is a not.a.cougar.
Yay! Leave it to the llamanun and ostrimu to have a GOOD internet match-up story. Faith renewed.
some friends of ours met online, although they only lived a 100 miles or so apart. They’ve been together… I think it’s 5 years now, and are happily married and expecting their first child.
Wow… A hundred miles apart and they managed to make a babby?
More importantly, does he have a brother?
Hubby and I met in person at a MUPT for a local BBS. So we sorta-met online. Been together since 1995, 2 kids. Techno-geek love FTW.
Oh, and one of the reasons that we networked our computers originally was so that we could still “chat” 🙂
There is no current Mrs. Can, however I did meat (gerbert) the future Mrs. Can on this website where a bunch of geeks get together to make fun of moronic people that post ads for things to sell (to many to list)
You should see her picture, golden locks cover one lens of her sunglasses…cute and not blurry at all!!
She sometimes needs extra coffee to increase her snark-ability and I don’t mind if she steals mine!
I can tell she wants to be Mrs. Can because I sent her TelepaThic messages!
i know its real.i know its not fake because i know its real..not fake.unless its real but a fake real..
Oh wait, is this getting creepy??
I’m flattered HamCan, really. But I think we should stalk other people.
I’m so depressed
*Stalks off*
So, you’re stalking a picture of Alison Goldfrapp, HamCan? How convenient! You can just print it out and take it with you everywhere. Technology makes stalking so much easier these days.
Everyone needs a hobby!
🙂
BOINGYing aside.
Is the “broken radiator” the same as “Darn, I ran out of gas” gambit?
As it turns out, no. It’s the “holy clothespin jeebus, look at the amount of radiator fluid on the ground under my car!” gambit. That gambit apparently gets you about six extra hours* to hang around with your future wife and her college friends who insist on telling you embarrassing stories about her.
Then, for some bizarre reason, you decide you want to date her anyway, even though she’s 3,000 miles away.
*And a large repair bill.
ok, guess I should add mine.
Mr. Dev and I met when we both worked in the same supermarket, I was what I think most of you would call a “floor walker” and he ran the booze section. He was often in the warehouse area, which I had to go through to get to the staff areas so we bumped into each other a lot.
Despite being in his 20’s he’d for some reason decided I was fun to try to annoy, and often behaved like a 12 year old, trying to grab me and tickle me as I walked past etc (you know the kind of thing, if I’d had pig tails I’m sure he’d have pulled them) and since my usual reaction was to squeal and run away he found it hilarious.
He then took to chasing me around every time I wandered through, and one day it suddenly occurred to me that I wasn’t at all sure why I was running away. So I let him catch me and simply stared him down and said “So? Now what?” and it frightened the life out of him.
Oddly enough though, not long after that he finally asked me out. We’ve been together 16 years now.
Mr. LRC and I met when I worked in a bookstore. He would come in and hang out on Saturday nights, which were pretty slow, here in [location]. When I stopped working there, he called me up and asked me out, in order to continue to see me.
We’ve been together almost 12 years.
On our first date, I told Mr. Lolly that he had two years to ‘run’. If he was still hanging around after two years, I was going to marry him. A year and a half later, we were married. It’s been 14 years, and I bet now he wishes that he’d run.
Oh well, he had his chance.
Sounds familiar. After our first date I informed MrB that we *were* going out again. I have no idea what possessed me to say that and yes, those were exactly the words I used. “We ARE going out again.” Didn’t have to hit him with a brick.
*walks away muttering “Silly fool should have run screaming while he had the chance…”*
Thank you for sharing, Archie! Mrs. Grampdaddy and I met in high school, many, many years ago ( I graduated H.S. in ’68) during a musical. I was in the cast, Mrs. G. was on crew, and I was immediately smitten. We had a mutual friend who was playing matchmaker, and I think it took much more work for her with Mrs. G. than with me. Romance took quite a while, a couple of months (as you mentioned), and I was truly afraid to ask her out (The OMG, what if she says “No!” syndrome.) Grampmommy actually asked me out twice before I realized she REALLY did like me, and it wasn’t just sympathy. 42 years later, I still am not completely sure I know what happened, but I am still madly in love, and we still manage to make the children go ewwwwww even though none of them still live at home.
*sits and sniffles while thinking how lucky he has been!*
that’s a talent no parent should ever lose Grampdaddy, or so I’m told, the ability to make their children go ewwwww.
Ewwww!!!! 😀
It’s true. They’re still really cute and disgusting. I hope in another 32 years MrB and I are cute and disgusting too.
I actually meant the skiing story, Grampdaddy. It’s only a small part of the saga, but funny!
Yeah, right – and this is from the kid who used to pound on the bedroom wall and yell “Cut it out over there, you two!”
Couldn’t even play ‘Yahtzee’ in peace – darn kids!
Here, here! The moritifcation of our children in varying degrees and at various intervals during their formative years is crucial in the realm of parenting.
And it is something to aim for, Manda. I am proud to say that I am carrying on a family tradition, as illustrated by a little story about Papa Eyebrows. My parents had been happily married 63 years when we lost my mom. A year or so later, my dad had started to “keep company” with a very nice widow who had been a friend of theirs for years. They decided to go on a cruise together, and I volunteered to drive them to the airport. While in the car, we were all chatting back and forth when she (now my step-mom) said something to dad and ended it with “Babe.” I managed to keep steering the car straight AND stifle a splutter. Let me tell you, you haven’t lived until you’ve heard your 87-year-old dad addressed as such. When I got home, Mr. Eyebrows and I agreed that that’s what we wanted…to call each other babe when we’re in our 80s and still have that secret smile that makes everyone wonder.
Yes! Yes! YES!!
Stop me if you’ve heard this one! 8) Chthulhu and I met on a BBS board chat room. The board ran a trivia game every night, and he and I competed to win, taking turns inadvertantly. I was also one of the few people who recognized his handle, so I got points there. But he was married, and he smoked, so I didn’t pursue. Then came a New Year’s Eve that I expected to spend cooking for the new man in my life, but that rat backed out at the last minute. Instead, I spent it on-line with Mike, talking and talking and laughing and laughing. We went out to lunch on January 3rd. On March 3rd, he left his wife (the marriage was failing long before I showed up) and moved in with me. Two years later, he got the divorce, and two months after that we were married. 8) He didn’t have much chance to run, and I don’t think he wanted to. To this day, I get cold chills when I think I almost said no to my perfect match over something stupid like smoking. The being married part we had discussed and I knew it was over. And he did stop smoking within a couple years of our getting together. 8)
*wanders away, dreamy-eyed, to find a honey to cuddle with*
she wandered off and forgot to give me a punch…
should I be offended, or relieved I wonder?
Hey, Jan. 3rd is my Born-On Date!
She’ll be back Dev – she likes to sneak up on you and go “PUNCH!!”.
I know, that’s what I’m afraid of.
Awww, Arch… that’s so beautiful! *sniffles* So… romantic… And here I am, alone and single, but I am *not* going to resort to Sparky-ness. You lot would disown me if I did.*
*That’s provided you’ve owned me to begin with, I guess.**
**That sounded weird.
Steph – stories like all of the above show that despite all the idiocy (read sh*t) in the world that we all have to deal with, there are truly good and wonderful people out there and matches for everyone, in one form or another. Not to get all new age on you, but I had a very dear friend give me a great piece of advice a long time ago. She told me to travel the path the universe unveils ahead of me. Travel it with authority and conviction, but let go of trying to control what you can’t control. Everything happens on that journey for a reason. I was in my 20s when she told me that, and I didn’t understand it or start applying it until I gained age and (some) wisdom, and didn’t fully appreciate it until I was in my 50s. One of the best lessons I ever learned.
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i.doknowthat.itwas.creepy.enoughto.requirefleeingthe.scenewithan.angryparent.inhotpursuit.
Me and you and you not me
No matter how they toss the dice, I’ll be lonely,
The only one for me is you, but not for me
We’re not together!
I can’t see me stalkin’ nobody but you
For all my life
You’re not with me, baby I don’t deserve you
For all my life
+ elebinty doors TM
a brajillion gabillion doors for you TM
Elebenty doors plus one! Always need a spare door.
Alas… I’m stuck by the title.
All I can think of is ‘you in a me sammich’ and I’ve been having hard time moving past that.
I’m a little worried and squicked out by my brain today.
mmm, sammich
Postings like this actually make me glad that I got a bit fat before the advent of Craigslist stalking.
In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love; and the sweet, pungent smell of mace can be sampled on the wind flowing from the Rainforest Cafe.
Ah, L’amore!
[safety corey]According to my Mom, a can of wasp & hornet spray is more effective; better range and volume, with a better chance of doing some real damage to your attacker while still looking fairly innocuous.[/safety corey]
I’m told by my wife that a black-belt in martial arts works the same way. Plus it’s almost impossible to detect until you have two broken arms.
Just about everyone I’m related to can beat the crap out of me at will. My sister, her husband, my wife, and her brother are all black-belts, most of them 4th degree or better.
In my wife’s words, “Don’t worry about being attacked in the ally there. As long as there aren’t any more than 5 of them and they only have knives we’ll be fine.”
I’m still not sure if she was joking.
[additional safety corey] Numerous family members in more official capacities (i.e. law enforcement) confirm what your mom said is true. Wasp/hornet spray is better than pepper spray or mace for all the aforementioned reasons. Also, since it has a longer range there is less chance that you will incapacitate yourself at the same time as your attacker. Take it from me, pepper spray even inadvertently is NO fun. [end corey]
*moves away from others while awaiting punishment for saying someone else’s word was more official than Mom’s.*
Sorry, I kinda stopped listening after the “your Mom was right” bit. 🙂
Don’t tell her that or I’ll never hear the end of it.
Oh, yeah, I’ve heard some awful things about pepper spray from the user’s point of view. Hornet spray, though, that’s a great idea.
Honestly, the more of these postings come up, the more I worry that one is going to appear that sounds like it could be about me.
“I saw you outside the Starbucks in Government Center. I was talking to the guy always asking for change. You had a purple Coach bag, a nice briefcase, and you were wearing a lovely Tahari skirt suit with some simple but well-made black pumps. You then head toward the courthouses. I followed you as far as the security checkpoint, where you showed them some ID and got in without putting your bag in the x-ray or going through the metal detector. I had to stop there because I couldn’t bring in my 3-inch switchblade.”
I’d say your purse is more of a lavender.
I mean… what?
Taco, I have to say, the creepiest part about that is…you’re right.
I’m good at creepy.
It’s one of those skills that doesn’t go on the resumé.
He’s stalking you TelepaThicly, Bridgete.
OMG! You have a purple/lavender Coach bag? I’m going to start stalking you.
you just want the bag though, I don’t think that’s quite how it’s supposed to work.
That’s true. I’m actually only going to be stalking her purse.
Is a purse-stalker really just a purse-snatcher who can’t commit?
I thought you already were, because there’s a pool at my apartment.
No, we’re BFFs because of the pool. Now I’m officially stalking your purse. Whole separate issue.
I think a purse-stalker is just a purse-snatcher who’s afraid of commitment.
[I aplogize if this shows up twice, I could have sworn I pushed “submit” but no comment]
Also, I apologize that I mis-spelled apologize.
*curses work computer with lack of Firefox*
Doesn’t matter. I’m round as a pumpkin and I managed to pick up my own stalker without any CraigsList help. He would come to my work to “watch me work”. (I answer the phones all day; even I think it’s boring as hell.) Finally had to have the “It’s not you(even though it is), it’s me” talk, followed quickly by the “We can still be friends but you will never see me naked” talk when that didn’t work.
I hate to think that the fact that I sometimes snarl and foam at the mouth is what keeps the stalkers away…I prefer to believe that it’s our culture’s screwed-up views of physical perfection is at fault.
These days, simply not treating someone like complete feces can have them stalking you. It’s sad when basic human decency is mistaken for personal interest.
I’ve never been stalked – either in person or in online games which are *notorious* for lonely dudes trolling for something to call a girlfriend (and where everyone is gorgeous because no game makes their characters actually unattractive).
Since it can’t be my looks, it *must* be my personality.
Someone console me…
Or, at least, tell me what I’m doing wrong. 🙂
Moira, you’re honestly not missing anything. I inadvertently caused a breakup between a friend, and his girlfriend, who I have never met, and who lives in a different country – but that didn’t stop her from getting into his email and cyberpathically stalking/harassing me online (she was a depressive narcissist – probably still is a narcissist – so she is/was already predisposed to obnoxiousness). It was a somewhat different sort of stalking from what we’re discussing (had that, too, but benignly), but still rather horrifying.
Ummmm – Yikes??
SJ – this made me VERY uncomfortable, and I’m a guy (at least the last time I checked….)
Moira, Taco and I will take turns stalking you, if you would like. I’m old and decrepit, and Taco `splodes at irregular intervals, but we don’t want you to feel left out. We MIGHT be better than nothing….
I’d love it!
Intelligent stalkers are so rare that to have TWO of them would really be quite a coup.
Hey Julie, guess what?
What?
Remember that guy you told me that you seen at the computer store this morning?
Yeah…
The guy that was so hot that you hid your wedding ring so he’d think you were single?
Yeah…
The guy that you want to talk to but were too scared because he was so awesome?And he left before you got the courage to talk to him?
Yeah…
And then he got into his car and screamed something and made a small child cry?
And run way? Yeah, what about him?
He posted an ad on craigslist looking for you! Can you believe it?
Oh, sweet Jesus, there is a God after all!!!
Hmm… my little sarcasm detection box just blew up. I wonder what caused that. Very mysterious.
Huh, the debris just blew up.
My sarcasm meter’s needle just bent into an ampersand.
Well, that’s just the sort of thing that happens when you “inquire within”–bare wires and exposed circuits . . .
:pokes remains of Sarcasm-O-Meter with stick:
I didn’t know inert ashes could burn like that.
:puts marshmallow on stick:
Never taunt Happy Fun Sarcasm-o-meter.
**puts on worm blanket, and roasts marshmallows as well**
*puts on worm-less blanket, roasts hot-dogs*
“Hmm… my little sarcasm detection box just blew up.”
Yeah, me toooo. I really, really wonder… What could have caused thaaaattt?
:muffled explosion:
Looks like we’re going to need another Bianchi Sound!
You called?
Hey Dev! You’re in the box! Yay! Or am I just slow in discovering that?
WOW! I hadn’t even noticed that. Better prepare for my punch, now where’d I put that helmet?
*hands it over*
The llama-nun (bees be upon her) accidentally had me wearing it two days in a row. You’re welcome to it, now.
*goes away for migraine meds*
thanks Lola,
glad you got it to me before Windrose arrived, she can be a bit forceful with those punches can’t she?
She’s gone mad with power.
I don’t think of it as “mad with power,” I think of it as “enthusiasm for doing one’s job well.” So rare these days.
*gingerly touches head, winces*
you’d recommend additional padding then I’m guessing?
The regular padding is fine if you don’t lean into it.
*puts away brass polish and cleaning rags*
Ah, much better! Didn’t know sweat could tarnish brass that badly! 8) Are you ready, Dev? It’s a little early, but I could fit you in to my busy schedule.
ok *whimper* when you’re ready Windrose, lets get it over with
Dev, you totally rock the don’t suck box! Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, India!
Just so everyone is
grossed outaware; Rainforest Cafe can be anagrammed to “I ran aft to feces.”Also:
Nicest afro fare
I didn’t know they had Greek food at the Rainforest cafe…
How do you spell errrrg…?
“E-R-R-R-R-G-Ellipsis*-Question Mark” would be how, I believe.
*That is what you call 3 dots in a row, right?
Affirmative, master.
Gee Taco – thanks for sharing……
(in case you don’t have a spare sarcasm meter, that WAS sarcastic….)
Hey guys, just because I’ve been telepatheticly submitting my comments all day does not mean you can telepathetically reply with that kind of language and those types of proposals, sheesh!
Ok, all this relationship talk is leaving me telePathos.
Yeah, I’m just going to walk around for a while, since I’m TeliPatetic.
We should get Innana in on this. She used to be TelePatellic.
I wanna be TelePastramic.
I keep reading that as TelepaThetic. Why is that?
It is?
Ah, sorry for confusion. The question should have read “Wwghi isgh daht?” because my tongue was firmly in my cheek.
Then my response is, “Because it is.” (Statement, not question.) 😀
I thought you’d all like to know that when I walked out of my class this evening into a very humid 86 degrees at 9:15 pm, my response was to say “sweet clothespin jeebus!” while shedding the sweater I was wearing because the AC inside made me cold.
Ah but did anyone notice, or for that matter understand?
I’m still trying to explain Cat Math to hubby, but with hindsight it’s not like I really understand it myself without my catculator, so perhaps I should just give up on that?
Sadly, no. I said it aloud but no one was close enough to hear me.
hmmm, does this means we need a t-shirt for that too I wonder?
I think yes. I would totally wear a sweet clothespin jeebus shirt.
Dear all: Thank you for making me laugh so hard that I wept, nearly spilled my iced tea, and came dangerously close to leaving a wet spot in my computer chair. The brain chemicals that cause happiness are now at an all-time high. I love you all!*
*Not like THAT, though.
Dear Steph: It has been an excellent day here at YSaC and I love you (notlikethat) too.
Goodnight, all.
Love (notlikethat),
LRC
Ooooooooo, if you had an avatar I would stalk it!
(Sorry Lola, I’m not a one avatar kinda stalker)
I’ll have to see what I can do about that, then.
And the next President of the Great Nation of Kclhm is…
Sammiches, with an overwelming 177 votes, garnering it 62% at Midnight, Eastern Time!!!
Though I had to come back here at 4:00 this morning to catch up (damn work/life) I wholeheartedly second Steph’s emotion….oh, and not that way either.
Yeah, this is where we all share those awkward half-hugs while not really looking at each other.
As a side note, I would have a prettier icon if I could choose one. I know how to do it, but I simply can’t decide. Oh well! I may just be quilty forever.
I love it when I’m reading through here at seemingly the exact same time as someone else & we’re both adoring the same comments at the same time.