My Romantic Woes: A Story of Failed First Dates

[Ivan Seeking]

http://www.themodernjeweler.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/papa-evil-eye.jpg

 

[DaveC426913]

Awesome pic!

 

[Pyrrhus]

I guess I should say I told you so . It didn't work!.

Now, you can finally move on knowing that this situation with those two girls is just a headache.

 

[FlexGunship]

http://www.themodernjeweler.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/papa-evil-eye.jpg

That can't be you Ivan. (1) The hosting site is about jewelry, and (2) the guy in that picture could've given the stink eye to the German Empire and ended WWI in 1914. (Might have been able to avert the War of 1812, too.)

I guess I should say I told you so . It didn't work!.

Now, you can finally move on knowing that this situation with those two girls is just a headache.

Yeah... I suppose the situation has come to a close. This would be an awesome time for someone to say something reassuring that's not religious or predestination related.

 

[JaredJames]

That can't be you Ivan.

If I had to put a name to that pic, I'd say DaveC, based on the avatar.

 

[FlexGunship]

If I had to put a name to that pic, I'd say DaveC, based on the avatar.

I'd say Nostradamus.

 

[Ivan Seeking]

He is about the right age, young whippersnapper, and the beard looks about right [were I to let mine grow].

His left eye looks exactly like mine.

 

[FlexGunship]

He is about the right age, young whippersnapper, and the beard looks about right [were I to let mine grow].

His left eye looks exactly like mine.

I see your jeweler and raise you a James Randi!

http://www.randi.org/site/images/stories/randilibrary.jpg

 

[DanP]

Ultimately the reason I dumped him was because being a soccer player, every inch of his body was hard as stone, it was creepy, he didn't feel human, I felt like I was touching a statue. He was too physically fit.

You are the first I hear to complain that a man is too physically fit. Whats wrong with a warm stone ? :P

 

[DaveC426913]

You are the first I hear to complain that a man is too physically fit.

Yeppers. Evo, then you're going to go all nuts over me...


How you doin'...

 

[GeorginaS]

That can't be you Ivan.

Of course it's not Ivan. It's Santa Claus. Duh!

Something that's not religious and whatnot but reassuring. Well, okay. [As an aside, I think I'll call you Harold, because addressing you as "Flex" when I'm trying to be serious is difficult.]

Harold, you're obviously an intelligent fellow. You're articulate, and you have a good sense of humour. If your pictures are any indication, you're an attractive guy too. It seems to me that you've pretty much got it all going for you. I think you're kind of aware of that.

So here's the deal: stuff like the incident that just happened to you, simply does. No rhyme or reason or body-count in the end. It just does. It's called "life happening". Most of us here have had similar situations happen. Some of us have had worse. Meh. It's part of the ride. I don't know any other way to explain it save to say it may suck right now, but it's so very, very temporary that you'll marvel one day that you even gave it as much attention as this thread.

I know you didn't understand my reference to the situation being humourous, but, again, the long view gives you that. Live life. All of it. That's point-blank serious. Savour each and every flavour and nuance offered to you as you wander through this. Some of it's going to be bitter, some of it's going to be luscious, and if you have the presence of mind to value all of it for the sheer experience it is, you'll have lived life well.

Edited to add: And no. There is no "predestined" stuff. There's no Grand Scheme or Plan for each of us. This is it, as it comes. And it's big and sloppy and messy and sometimes astoundingly, painfully sad and sometimes it's so joyful that you don't think you can stand it. There's no road map, no instruction book, and no one's steering the bobsled. Every inch of it is totally worth it.

That's all I've got, Harold. You'll be fine. You'll even be better one day.

 

[FlexGunship]

Heh, thanks Georgina. That was both comfortingly sincere, and sincerely comforting.

And I'm Shawn, not Harold.

 

[mugaliens]

The Explosion:

A half hour or so goes by, and Mary leans in for a kiss. We kiss (just a peck, I swear) and Harriet loses her cool. She yells​

While your date wasn't the drama queen, she continues to tolerate it in her friend, which means that if things developed, you'd have to deal with her friend for life. I'd dump 'em both, Flex, as I don't do drama.

Up to you, though.​

 

[JaredJames]

While your date wasn't the drama queen, she continues to tolerate it in her friend, which means that if things developed, you'd have to deal with her friend for life. I'd dump 'em both, Flex, as I don't do drama.

Up to you, though.

You're a little bit out of the loop here mugs.

All over I'm afraid.

 

[FlexGunship]

While your date wasn't the drama queen, she continues to tolerate it in her friend, which means that if things developed, you'd have to deal with her friend for life. I'd dump 'em both, Flex, as I don't do drama.

Up to you, though.

GOOD ADVICE, MUG! I'M TAKING IT!

(everyone, shhhhhhhh)

 

[lisab]

Of course it's not Ivan. It's Santa Claus. Duh!

Something that's not religious and whatnot but reassuring. Well, okay. [As an aside, I think I'll call you Harold, because addressing you as "Flex" when I'm trying to be serious is difficult.]

Harold, you're obviously an intelligent fellow. You're articulate, and you have a good sense of humour. If your pictures are any indication, you're an attractive guy too. It seems to me that you've pretty much got it all going for you. I think you're kind of aware of that.

So here's the deal: stuff like the incident that just happened to you, simply does. No rhyme or reason or body-count in the end. It just does. It's called "life happening". Most of us here have had similar situations happen. Some of us have had worse. Meh. It's part of the ride. I don't know any other way to explain it save to say it may suck right now, but it's so very, very temporary that you'll marvel one day that you even gave it as much attention as this thread.

I know you didn't understand my reference to the situation being humourous, but, again, the long view gives you that. Live life. All of it. That's point-blank serious. Savour each and every flavour and nuance offered to you as you wander through this. Some of it's going to be bitter, some of it's going to be luscious, and if you have the presence of mind to value all of it for the sheer experience it is, you'll have lived life well.

Edited to add: And no. There is no "predestined" stuff. There's no Grand Scheme or Plan for each of us. This is it, as it comes. And it's big and sloppy and messy and sometimes astoundingly, painfully sad and sometimes it's so joyful that you don't think you can stand it. There's no road map, no instruction book, and no one's steering the bobsled. Every inch of it is totally worth it.

That's all I've got, Harold. You'll be fine. You'll even be better one day.

Lovely post, Georgina!

 

[GeorginaS]

Lovely post, Georgina!

And that is precisely why you're the reigning Queen of Super Terrific People.