Instances of Feet Stomping
So it's now been almost a week and I still don't have that woman's number. I've thought about stopping by at some of the places I've been told she haunts, but I find the familiar obstacles preventing me from doing this.
Fuck doubts...I'd rather fuck women than doubts. Here's where I stomp my feet in protest at my over-active imagination. Stupid fucking doubts, go fuck yourself this time!
Is it really all that wrong to track someone down after meeting them? Logic tells me that it's more polite to personally ask the person for their digits, but tracking them down by frequenting their favorite establishments could classify me as a Stalker. The emotional side of me, however, tells me that she might be thrilled to see me show up and might also be flattered that I went to all the trouble of locating her. Y'know...best case scenario without cutting to the porn music. She could also think I'm a creepy stalker guy for not finding other ways of communicating to her. Methinks I let a comment from a friend change my perspective on stalking her...I wish I was more sure she'd be receptive to it.
I thought about posting on Craig's list under the category 'Missed Connections' just as a shot in the dark. It still reeks of 'desperate single guy', but I'm a willing to let people judge as they would anyway. Here's what I'd say:
"Dear Miss J.
Let me say that you have occupied my mind since I met you at the bbq last Saturday. My only regret that evening was not asking for your phone number so I could get to know you better. I have considered the idea of frequenting the places you visit, but I dunno...I'd rather not scare you off like that.
I've turned my friends upside-down and none of them have your number. What kind of fucking friends are they? Never mind that, I'm here to talk about you, me, some frosty beverage of some kind, and perhaps something to smoke. We'll just go from there unless you have other things on your mind.
So, y'know, email me so we can talk and do other things mature adults do.
Warm Regards,
Toby
PS. I wasn't joking when I said I wanted to share saliva with you."
Who knows if she'll ever read it, but I am nearly sold on doing it.
More Foot Stomping
I have graciously agreed to escort a friend's sexy red-headed GF to a Country Western Bar this evening. Sure I'll be missing out on the sexless fun of playing World of Warcraft all night long, but I've been chosen to be the resident Cockblocker for his GF. It's a dirty job, but I specialize in doing dirty work...it's what I do best...y'know, other than kiss.
It will be nice to get out of the house once again, especially considering I'll be surrounded by drunk women, some of which will hopefully be the right combination of drunk and horny. If some cutie is willing to teach me to 2-step, I might be willing to cut some rug too. Not counting it out since people go there to dance/drink/fuck intentionally.
Looks to be a fun, interesting evening. Hopefully all of yours will be the same!
So it's now been almost a week and I still don't have that woman's number. I've thought about stopping by at some of the places I've been told she haunts, but I find the familiar obstacles preventing me from doing this.
Fuck doubts...I'd rather fuck women than doubts. Here's where I stomp my feet in protest at my over-active imagination. Stupid fucking doubts, go fuck yourself this time!
Is it really all that wrong to track someone down after meeting them? Logic tells me that it's more polite to personally ask the person for their digits, but tracking them down by frequenting their favorite establishments could classify me as a Stalker. The emotional side of me, however, tells me that she might be thrilled to see me show up and might also be flattered that I went to all the trouble of locating her. Y'know...best case scenario without cutting to the porn music. She could also think I'm a creepy stalker guy for not finding other ways of communicating to her. Methinks I let a comment from a friend change my perspective on stalking her...I wish I was more sure she'd be receptive to it.
I thought about posting on Craig's list under the category 'Missed Connections' just as a shot in the dark. It still reeks of 'desperate single guy', but I'm a willing to let people judge as they would anyway. Here's what I'd say:
"Dear Miss J.
Let me say that you have occupied my mind since I met you at the bbq last Saturday. My only regret that evening was not asking for your phone number so I could get to know you better. I have considered the idea of frequenting the places you visit, but I dunno...I'd rather not scare you off like that.
I've turned my friends upside-down and none of them have your number. What kind of fucking friends are they? Never mind that, I'm here to talk about you, me, some frosty beverage of some kind, and perhaps something to smoke. We'll just go from there unless you have other things on your mind.
So, y'know, email me so we can talk and do other things mature adults do.
Warm Regards,
Toby
PS. I wasn't joking when I said I wanted to share saliva with you."
Who knows if she'll ever read it, but I am nearly sold on doing it.
More Foot Stomping
I have graciously agreed to escort a friend's sexy red-headed GF to a Country Western Bar this evening. Sure I'll be missing out on the sexless fun of playing World of Warcraft all night long, but I've been chosen to be the resident Cockblocker for his GF. It's a dirty job, but I specialize in doing dirty work...it's what I do best...y'know, other than kiss.
It will be nice to get out of the house once again, especially considering I'll be surrounded by drunk women, some of which will hopefully be the right combination of drunk and horny. If some cutie is willing to teach me to 2-step, I might be willing to cut some rug too. Not counting it out since people go there to dance/drink/fuck intentionally.
Looks to be a fun, interesting evening. Hopefully all of yours will be the same!
posted by Tobiwan | 9:12 AM
10 Comments:
Dude. Seriously. Go get her.
Okay..first of all...running into her can always be claimed as coincidental. You can stick to that claim til your death. But if she is interested (and it sounds like she was) then she will be happy and flattered. Very flattered. I would be.
Ditto what Anne said. I would be very flattered. Have fun tonight, at least one of us will be.
She gave you loads of hints ... I think she wants you to. I would. I've had the experience of guys hunting down my number a few times, its always flattering. and that first phone call is different anyway. it doesnt matter if later they turn out to be someone u dont want to spend time with, u always later recall the fact someone went to such trouble to contact you.
Have a great night cock-blocking, sounds a little frustrating to me.
The cockblocking wont be so bad actually. I'm good friends with her and rumor has it, there will be plenty of other lovlies to distract me.
Have I mentioned I'm glad nobody can read my mind?
Sometimes I wish people could read my mind.
You should read it right now. You and Joie might blush.
Yeah..that was stupid.. Joie wouldnt blush!
lol, you dont need to read my mind, ill tell you outright; i did dirty things to myself thinking about both of you last night. and i am sooo blushing!
toby - trying to set up email, can i put a hotmail one in? it seems to imply it has to be @blogger.com, and it shows my real name at the beginning /?!! i cant delete it. am i in the wrong place (email tab of settings in my template)
ooo- sorry for multiple messages and using u as help desk, i got it now ! yay - email me!
Actually, it's in your 'User Profile'.
From the Dashboard, there's a link for 'Edit Profile' on the right column. There's your spot~I mean your intended destination.
i hit the spot before you did, but effort gratefully acknowledged. have a great night tonite.
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