yupEifa wrote:
now this is exactly the reason why i ALWAYS keep my phone with me.
call me paranoid but I treat my computer and phone like they've got NSA-level information on it
call me paranoid but I treat my computer and phone like they've got NSA-level information on it
I'd think that be kind of awkward because of this silence. Im just gonna stick to trying to talk to her in person. But I get this feeling that it would be awkward to try to talk to her NOW after a month of no communication. Even though I know that deep-down she still likes me. I just don't really know what to say to a girl that you haven't talked to in a while, but you still see her in class every other day. I feel like maybe I should just forget about this year because of all my fuck-ups and try again next year. Is that a better idea? I'm kind of lost right now.Bevo wrote:
That's a bit different...Tetn1s wrote:
I just asked her if she was still up for going to the movies sometimeBevo wrote:
Well that's odd. I mean it would be easy if she didn't say yes the second time.
Could you go a little bit more in depth about the second time you asked her out?
From what it sounds like she's a bit conflicted, or just following the advice of one of her close friends
Maybe its cuz she is only 14? Im 15, btw.
So, I want to break up the silence between us, the best option is just to try to talk to her in person again, correct? No AIM bullshit.... or should I wait until next year? Maybe she will mature more during the summer.
maybe she doesn't want to say no in person because she doesn't want to hurt your feelings but ends up letting you off in the end
though that doesn't really explain why she'd ask you to a dance. Ask her how she feels, straight up.
It would be something to break the ice.Tetn1s wrote:
I'd think that be kind of awkward because of this silence. Im just gonna stick to trying to talk to her in person. But I get this feeling that it would be awkward to try to talk to her NOW after a month of no communication. Even though I know that deep-down she still likes me. I just don't really know what to say to a girl that you haven't talked to in a while, but you still see her in class every other day. I feel like maybe I should just forget about this year because of all my fuck-ups and try again next year. Is that a better idea? I'm kind of lost right now.
!@#$%^& FFS what an absolutely ridicilously shite day!
Went to college at 11:00, had a seminar at 13:00. Wanted to work on a paper in the library afterwards. Checked my email,.. Facebook friend request of unknown girl. Apparently she went to the same university and did the same studies as me in the same year. We had over 100 students though, didn't know them all.
Accepted the invite, went through her photo album. Didn't ring a bell, never heard of or seen the girl at all. Noticed she was tagged on a photo by,.. my ex! WTF why does my ex's friend whom I don't know at all add me on Facebook? I don't even have my ex herself on Facebook (deliberately), haven't seen or heard from her for over three years!
Realised it has been over three years now when I jumped of a burning mountain, while the Byzantine patriarch was airlifted out of his monastery and my girl was flirting with the Sultan's grandson. Depressed, paper is going nowhere, spend two hours on a computer in the postgraduate research centre listening to French chansons and Vivaldi.
Valedictum lecture at 18:00, very entertaining one of the very best and definitely funniest talks I ever attended. Massive turn up, theatre completely filled and standing ovation for retiring proffesor. Sandwiches and wine reception with friends afterwards. Cheered up completely.
Everyone goes home, I go to library to attempt some more work on paper. Decide to get show some posters on planned event to friends first, head of to get them. Friends assumed I was going home, walking 20 meters ahead of me. Didn't bother telling them was getting poster because I could catch up. Sling of shoulderbag snaps, I loose balance. Normally carefull when it's raining but it's dry, cheap shitty tiles still slippery, hit pavement and stay down for a minute. Friends out of sight, Sennheiser headphones smashed, shoulder smashed.
22:00 go to library to attempt some more work on paper. Can't type, can't reasonably use arm. Stagger home, put ice on shoulder, take enough French painkillers to kill a horse. Post on BF2s, then go to bed. Hope can do fencing training tomorrow.
Went to college at 11:00, had a seminar at 13:00. Wanted to work on a paper in the library afterwards. Checked my email,.. Facebook friend request of unknown girl. Apparently she went to the same university and did the same studies as me in the same year. We had over 100 students though, didn't know them all.
Accepted the invite, went through her photo album. Didn't ring a bell, never heard of or seen the girl at all. Noticed she was tagged on a photo by,.. my ex! WTF why does my ex's friend whom I don't know at all add me on Facebook? I don't even have my ex herself on Facebook (deliberately), haven't seen or heard from her for over three years!
Realised it has been over three years now when I jumped of a burning mountain, while the Byzantine patriarch was airlifted out of his monastery and my girl was flirting with the Sultan's grandson. Depressed, paper is going nowhere, spend two hours on a computer in the postgraduate research centre listening to French chansons and Vivaldi.
Valedictum lecture at 18:00, very entertaining one of the very best and definitely funniest talks I ever attended. Massive turn up, theatre completely filled and standing ovation for retiring proffesor. Sandwiches and wine reception with friends afterwards. Cheered up completely.
Everyone goes home, I go to library to attempt some more work on paper. Decide to get show some posters on planned event to friends first, head of to get them. Friends assumed I was going home, walking 20 meters ahead of me. Didn't bother telling them was getting poster because I could catch up. Sling of shoulderbag snaps, I loose balance. Normally carefull when it's raining but it's dry, cheap shitty tiles still slippery, hit pavement and stay down for a minute. Friends out of sight, Sennheiser headphones smashed, shoulder smashed.
22:00 go to library to attempt some more work on paper. Can't type, can't reasonably use arm. Stagger home, put ice on shoulder, take enough French painkillers to kill a horse. Post on BF2s, then go to bed. Hope can do fencing training tomorrow.
You posted in the girl problems thread m8.
Also; feeling pissed off and strung along by the Cougar mentioned to various personalities on this website. Proper drunk. Shit happens. Fuck the world and goodnight.
Also; feeling pissed off and strung along by the Cougar mentioned to various personalities on this website. Proper drunk. Shit happens. Fuck the world and goodnight.
Whoa... Can't believe these forums are still kicking.
The worst part of that day was bf2s.Lai wrote:
!@#$%^& FFS what an absolutely ridicilously shite day!
Went to college at 11:00, had a seminar at 13:00. Wanted to work on a paper in the library afterwards. Checked my email,.. Facebook friend request of unknown girl. Apparently she went to the same university and did the same studies as me in the same year. We had over 100 students though, didn't know them all.
Accepted the invite, went through her photo album. Didn't ring a bell, never heard of or seen the girl at all. Noticed she was tagged on a photo by,.. my ex! WTF why does my ex's friend whom I don't know at all add me on Facebook? I don't even have my ex herself on Facebook (deliberately), haven't seen or heard from her for over three years!
Realised it has been over three years now when I jumped of a burning mountain, while the Byzantine patriarch was airlifted out of his monastery and my girl was flirting with the Sultan's grandson. Depressed, paper is going nowhere, spend two hours on a computer in the postgraduate research centre listening to French chansons and Vivaldi.
Valedictum lecture at 18:00, very entertaining one of the very best and definitely funniest talks I ever attended. Massive turn up, theatre completely filled and standing ovation for retiring proffesor. Sandwiches and wine reception with friends afterwards. Cheered up completely.
Everyone goes home, I go to library to attempt some more work on paper. Decide to get show some posters on planned event to friends first, head of to get them. Friends assumed I was going home, walking 20 meters ahead of me. Didn't bother telling them was getting poster because I could catch up. Sling of shoulderbag snaps, I loose balance. Normally carefull when it's raining but it's dry, cheap shitty tiles still slippery, hit pavement and stay down for a minute. Friends out of sight, Sennheiser headphones smashed, shoulder smashed.
22:00 go to library to attempt some more work on paper. Can't type, can't reasonably use arm. Stagger home, put ice on shoulder, take enough French painkillers to kill a horse. Post on BF2s, then go to bed. Hope can do fencing training tomorrow.
We're all so sorry to hear of your misfortune. Bf2s is something nobody should have to experience.
The shape of an eye in front of the ocean, digging for stones and throwing them against its window pane. Take it down dreamer, take it down deep. - Other Families
sigh. i was getting along pretty well with this chick. we have a lot in common, and shes really cool and hot. well she posted some stupid shit on my facebook wall and i deleted it. now she like hates me. i dont even know why i try with these dumb whores
facebok: srs bsnsphishsux wrote:
sigh. i was getting along pretty well with this chick. we have a lot in common, and shes really cool and hot. well she posted some stupid shit on my facebook wall and i deleted it. now she like hates me. i dont even know why i try with these dumb whores
"Stan? Your grandmother sent you a poke and she says you haven't poked her back. Poke your grandmother, Stan."
guess so. id rather find out now than later tho
Another facebook politics question:
Should I delete photos of my ex? I can see why I would, but at the same time they were a part of my life. Deleting the photos won't make the memories go away. And it's not like I look at them anyway; they're simply there. I've pretty much gotten over her. I guess I'm more worried about what a future girlfriend might think. It's one thing to keep photos in a scrapbook or hard drive, but I feel like keeping them on Facebook is like just plastering them on your walls at home. I mean, I know if I walked in to a girlfriend's place and she had photos of her ex still up on her walls I'd feel a little weird.
Should I delete photos of my ex? I can see why I would, but at the same time they were a part of my life. Deleting the photos won't make the memories go away. And it's not like I look at them anyway; they're simply there. I've pretty much gotten over her. I guess I'm more worried about what a future girlfriend might think. It's one thing to keep photos in a scrapbook or hard drive, but I feel like keeping them on Facebook is like just plastering them on your walls at home. I mean, I know if I walked in to a girlfriend's place and she had photos of her ex still up on her walls I'd feel a little weird.
Nah, it's fine.
Actually, I have just realised I have a problem to contribute to the thread that you can all solve!
*storytelling voice*
It all starts several weeks ago, when I drunkenly fucked this random floozy girl. She told me she was on the pill, so it was pretty much love at first sight... of her vagina... Anyhoo... Despite the fact that I have spent a grand total of maybe 5 hours conscious with her, for whatever reason I can't get her out of my head. Which frankly I find odd, but whatever. She has my number, I don't have hers, although I do have her Facebook. Can anyone think of a decent pretence that I can use to send her a message so that we can hang out? I was thinking about the old 'hey-i-think-i-have-chlamydia-lets-meet-up-to-discuss-it'. Or maybe a better one, who knows.
Alternatively, should I just man the fuck up and go back to banging random women?
*storytelling voice*
It all starts several weeks ago, when I drunkenly fucked this random floozy girl. She told me she was on the pill, so it was pretty much love at first sight... of her vagina... Anyhoo... Despite the fact that I have spent a grand total of maybe 5 hours conscious with her, for whatever reason I can't get her out of my head. Which frankly I find odd, but whatever. She has my number, I don't have hers, although I do have her Facebook. Can anyone think of a decent pretence that I can use to send her a message so that we can hang out? I was thinking about the old 'hey-i-think-i-have-chlamydia-lets-meet-up-to-discuss-it'. Or maybe a better one, who knows.
Alternatively, should I just man the fuck up and go back to banging random women?
How did she get your number? How come you don't have hers?
Uhhh as I vaguely recall, we traded numbers in the morning and I said give me a text at some point so I'd have hers. This probably means she never wants to see me again, doesn't it? Fuck I'm pathetic.
Or you could man the fuck up and just ask to see her again cause you can't get her out of your head. Girls dig that kind of comment.ghettoperson wrote:
Actually, I have just realised I have a problem to contribute to the thread that you can all solve!
*storytelling voice*
It all starts several weeks ago, when I drunkenly fucked this random floozy girl. She told me she was on the pill, so it was pretty much love at first sight... of her vagina... Anyhoo... Despite the fact that I have spent a grand total of maybe 5 hours conscious with her, for whatever reason I can't get her out of my head. Which frankly I find odd, but whatever. She has my number, I don't have hers, although I do have her Facebook. Can anyone think of a decent pretence that I can use to send her a message so that we can hang out? I was thinking about the old 'hey-i-think-i-have-chlamydia-lets-meet-up-to-discuss-it'. Or maybe a better one, who knows.
Alternatively, should I just man the fuck up and go back to banging random women?
Just plain wrong.ghettoperson wrote:
Uhhh as I vaguely recall, we traded numbers in the morning and I said give me a text at some point so I'd have hers. This probably means she never wants to see me again, doesn't it? Fuck I'm pathetic.
You know the rule in this pathetic society. Girls expect the guy to text, even if you don't have their number. That's how stupid it is. Don't think that for a minute.
any other inputghettoperson wrote:
Nah, it's fine.
Ask if she wants to form babby
Just post the pics on here, then we can decide according to her looks.Hurricane2k9 wrote:
Another facebook politics question:
Should I delete photos of my ex? I can see why I would, but at the same time they were a part of my life. Deleting the photos won't make the memories go away. And it's not like I look at them anyway; they're simply there. I've pretty much gotten over her. I guess I'm more worried about what a future girlfriend might think. It's one thing to keep photos in a scrapbook or hard drive, but I feel like keeping them on Facebook is like just plastering them on your walls at home. I mean, I know if I walked in to a girlfriend's place and she had photos of her ex still up on her walls I'd feel a little weird.
I never untagged myself from pics, but my ex did. It was funnies. Then I laughed when she got all pissy that I didn't have feeling for her anymore.
Yeah, I might see if I can find her number on Facebook and send her a text. Facebook is shit for anything other than casual communications; sending her an email on there declaring my love just seems fucking awkward.Zimmer wrote:
Just plain wrong.ghettoperson wrote:
Uhhh as I vaguely recall, we traded numbers in the morning and I said give me a text at some point so I'd have hers. This probably means she never wants to see me again, doesn't it? Fuck I'm pathetic.
You know the rule in this pathetic society. Girls expect the guy to text, even if you don't have their number. That's how stupid it is. Don't think that for a minute.
The other thing that had occurred to me is that I might decide I hate her as soon as we meet up again. Wouldn't be the first time that's happened; alcohol is a bitch...
So? Big deal. Do it anyway, it's worth a shot.ghettoperson wrote:
Yeah, I might see if I can find her number on Facebook and send her a text. Facebook is shit for anything other than casual communications; sending her an email on there declaring my love just seems fucking awkward.Zimmer wrote:
Just plain wrong.ghettoperson wrote:
Uhhh as I vaguely recall, we traded numbers in the morning and I said give me a text at some point so I'd have hers. This probably means she never wants to see me again, doesn't it? Fuck I'm pathetic.
You know the rule in this pathetic society. Girls expect the guy to text, even if you don't have their number. That's how stupid it is. Don't think that for a minute.
The other thing that had occurred to me is that I might decide I hate her as soon as we meet up again. Wouldn't be the first time that's happened; alcohol is a bitch...
Sounds like the perfect opportunity for a hate-fuck. Kinky shit.ghettoperson wrote:
The other thing that had occurred to me is that I might decide I hate her as soon as we meet up again. Wouldn't be the first time that's happened; alcohol is a bitch...
Dooo ittttt
The shape of an eye in front of the ocean, digging for stones and throwing them against its window pane. Take it down dreamer, take it down deep. - Other Families
Just don't have her as your fucking profile pic and it's all gold.Hurricane2k9 wrote:
any other inputghettoperson wrote:
Nah, it's fine.
Declaring your love? You're just gonna be asking to meet up. If it doesn't work out then it doesn't work out - oh well, nevermind, move on.ghettoperson wrote:
Yeah, I might see if I can find her number on Facebook and send her a text. Facebook is shit for anything other than casual communications; sending her an email on there declaring my love just seems fucking awkward.Zimmer wrote:
Just plain wrong.ghettoperson wrote:
Uhhh as I vaguely recall, we traded numbers in the morning and I said give me a text at some point so I'd have hers. This probably means she never wants to see me again, doesn't it? Fuck I'm pathetic.
You know the rule in this pathetic society. Girls expect the guy to text, even if you don't have their number. That's how stupid it is. Don't think that for a minute.
As before, if it doesn't work out then it doesn't work out. No harm in trying.ghettoperson wrote:
The other thing that had occurred to me is that I might decide I hate her as soon as we meet up again.
Sorry, I enjoy talking in hyperbole sometimes.liquidat0r wrote:
Declaring your love? You're just gonna be asking to meet up. If it doesn't work out then it doesn't work out - oh well, nevermind, move on.ghettoperson wrote:
Yeah, I might see if I can find her number on Facebook and send her a text. Facebook is shit for anything other than casual communications; sending her an email on there declaring my love just seems fucking awkward.Zimmer wrote:
Just plain wrong.
You know the rule in this pathetic society. Girls expect the guy to text, even if you don't have their number. That's how stupid it is. Don't think that for a minute.