Yeah, interesting topic over at TWC. Made me start this thread. ~D
Tell us how did you "conquer" your girlfriend/wife. ~:)
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Yeah, interesting topic over at TWC. Made me start this thread. ~D
Tell us how did you "conquer" your girlfriend/wife. ~:)
When i met my ex- girlfriend, there was not very much conquering atleast from my part. I sat on a bar drinking beer and whisky. She walked behind me and tapped me on a shoulder.I turned around and she put an flower in my chest pocket ( which she told later that she and her girlfriends had looted from a public garden) and told here is a flower for you. Call that a suprise attack. I was caught ofguard there and after few seconds i got something like "thanks" out from my mouth. The rest is more or less history. All i can say that it was good four years of my life with her and we are still friends..~:)
I was waiting at the gate of my college to walk down to a party at a friends house. (A group of us were going to walk down together). I was first there, and my future wife was second. The next person to arrive came running up and said, quick, lets go now without waiting for the rest, [boring person] is just behind me.
So instead of walking down in a big group I walked down with my future wife and one other person. I got the old Assassin mojo working and the rest is history.
80% of life is opportunity.
I have not much to say about this. All the girls that have shown interest in me have been promptly told to bugger off. Yeah I'm bad with women. ~:mecry:
Knew this girl from high school as a freshman. Wasn't really a friend, just an acquiantance. I didn't really care for her company either. Plus, she was a late developer, so little interest there if you know what I mean...
Anyway, 5 years later (didn't see her or care about it since) a friend of mine invited me to go somewhere with him and her for his b-day. The two of them were friends and he had a crush on her, but she didn't have any interest in him. So I go out with them and she is just cold as ice to me. A real biatch. I was going to leave halfway through because she was so cold to me, I even told my friend "I hate her. I don't ever want to see her again. I'm outta here". She was that bad.
He convinced me to stay a little longer and we all ended up going back to my apartment. After a drink, she started to lighten up and become a human being. I still didn't care for her, but she was all grown up and looked pretty good. So we dropped my buddy off and went back to her place where we promptly engaged in...well... this is a family forum so I shall abstain.
Ended up getting married to her a couple years later. The jealous friend now hates us both, but who cares since he was a douchebag.
Been married five years now and she is the sweetest little thing you could ever know. 105 5'6", just a little helpless thing. I came to learn later that she treats all strangers like crap just as a default component of her personality. Which I find endearing and useful to her safety. Kinda like a turtle.~D
Plus she digs chicks. That's been fun. (hence my thread in the backroom)
Looking on the bright side you should be able to make some pretty major improvements in your technique quite easily...Quote:
Originally Posted by Byzantine Prince
Edited because it was construed by Byzantine Prince as an insult and he blew his moderator whistle.Quote:
Originally Posted by English assassin
When I was a eager teeny-bopper I couldn't get enough of any half-way attractive girl, whether they liked me or not! I used to pace my bedroom at night as a kid thinking how I would ask this girl or that girl out without looking like I complete doof. Ahhh, being a kid! No mortgage. No career. Just girls, video games, and the summer sun...
Which makes this post kind of irrelevant: This is not meant to be an insult, just an observation. They're far more understanding of that kind of thing in Canada anyway aren't they?
~:cheers:Quote:
Originally Posted by Divinus Arma
As for how I conquered my wife. I was working as a busboy in a restaurant and my future wife came in with a friend, I shook my ass a little extra for them and she left her number on the table for me. I called her a while later and have been together ever since, that was 16 years ago. ~:cool:
*sigh* Alright you got me Divinus. That is a very smart way to insult someone and making it seem like it's just a friendly inference.
Your post has been reported and you will soon be banned by BKS.
Met mine in a nightclub, she came up and started chatting. I didnt think she would be interested so I went off and got a pint ~:) However my observations proved wrong as she phoned me up and asked me out a couple of days later. She done all the hard work ~:cheers:
You infered it as an insult, thats your beef really...Quote:
Originally Posted by Byzantine Prince
This doesnt strike me as an insult. If anything, it seems like an accurate description of what many/most teens can/do go through.Quote:
He's probably just gay and lost. Ony a sexually-confused teen virgin would tell an interested girl to bugger off.
I met my wife at a LARP (Live Action Role Playing- for you non geeks). I was a NPC Viking-Yarl, she a serving wench. She caught my eye imediately, but the story kept me from the inn for the entire three days (and demanded that I bedded a noblewoman - who to my delight took that literally).
Anyway, there was a camera crew there (films & art students), and they filmed the entire event. Great shots.. but the plot was unrecognizable, so the decided to have a major NPC narate the story. That turned out to be me.
Appearing at the LARP-organizers house (3 weeks later) it so happens that the serving wench is his sister. Not that it mattered to me, because I still had a thing with a certain noblewoman, and she (the wench) a jellous former boyfriend who behaved like... just that.
... Weeks pass. I had to stay in Berlin, Germany, for a couple of months. I had to return a week early because I strained my back and couldn't walk.
On the third day home, sometime around 10 pm, my dorbell rings and (cursing like a mine worker- because of the pain and the humbling bend over position I had to open the door with) I open, and the wench walks by me and leads me back to my bed (I kid you not). We talked for hours. Like the fool I am, I was doing everything in my power to convince her that I'm not a good guy to be around with (having still a certain noblewoman in mind). Well... Err.... She didn't listen.
When she left, she gave me a rather passionate kiss, to which I responded in kind. I still remember as the door closed that I was rather furious in an odd, pleased kind of way how this could have happened.
Anyway, within three weeks all of my defenses were shattered. Another couple of weeks and i was madly in love. After three months I knew we would get married one day. That was six years ago, we've been married for four-and I love her madly.
What's not to love about a fun loving gamer girl, who's also into metall?
So: Gamers, girls/women like that are definately out there, but they have to meet you in order to get to know you.
How about that "bedded a noblewoman part"? He He~;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Tricon
Well so far only me and DA actually seem to have had to make the running, everyone else has them falling into your pockets (even BP, although he then tells them to bugger off).
DAMN this club foot and hunchback.
...girls hate me, i can be friends but since i have no senses for other peoples feelings until they punch me then i don't know what to do. it really makes me hate myself sometimes, hmmm mabey if i did'nt talk about killing so much, BUT I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO TALK ABOUT~:mecry:
Its a curious thing, but whereas men tend to talk about actual things (I don't recommend killing though) girls tend to talk just to make noise while they are having emotions.
(I know this is an outrageous generalisation and apologies to all of you whose sisters are nuclear physicists, also to prole should she lurk this way.)
What I am saying is you don't actually need to have very much to talk about to talk to girls. The conversation isn't about exchanging facts its about seeing what you are like (hopefully, funny, that's always the winner.)
:chucks her earrings at EA:
That's really true. None of us care about the content of what you have to say. It's the way it's said that matters. Chemistry is what's important, that's why making us laugh is alot more effective than just agreeing with us on everything.
As some sort of Teaching Assistant / lecturer, I used to have this really obnoxious student - she was a very good student, but complaining about pretty much everything, even before the details of the assignment/quiz/exam/whatever were given.
She considered me mean and arrogant (I was not !).
She used to get really frustrated after verbal duels between the two of us...
We met on one Sunday, in school, and talked for hours and hours.
And the second day. And the third one.
Sadly enough, I had to leave the country after less than 2 weeks from our first meeting (it wasn't a date, honestly).
We kept in touch (and now _that's_ an understatement), and I gave up on whatever I was doing over there, and got back to her. We got married one year after I got back.
We've been married for more than three years now, but... she kinda left me.
Anyway, I ended up marrying my student (to be honest, she dated me, and she married me, not the other way around :) ).
Me? I always seem to send them up friend street as opposed to girlfriend street, it's rather terrible no? Oh well, there's always more girls ~D
The only half-serious relationship I had was when I stole a friend's girlfriend. It was a lot of cheating on people.. and it's a long story.
I woke up in bed one morning and there they were! ~D
Seriously though, I met my most recent (now ex-) girlfriend at someone's party, they played at the same hockeyclub. It was fairly shortlived, but we're most certainly still on friendly terms.
I met my eventual girlfriend in what would be our equivalent of high school.
We were friends for years thereafter, so we ended up spending a lot of time together, and it eventually changed from friendship to, well, a relationship. Though I must admit that I did have a crush on her in high school. ~:)
You got it. I find it works best to really mean to them, usually in front of your friends, but to say it in the most charming and warm way possible.Quote:
Originally Posted by Proletariat
Well, I'm kind of seeing two people right now. The first, I met at a death metal concert. She seemed uninterested, but she was the prettiest thing in the room, so I kept on it. Turns out her knee was bothering her, putting her in a bad mood, and she was also just shy. I got in touch with her about two months later and things have been steadily improving week by week.
The other is my friend's ex. Like DA's story, I didn't even like her. She was prudish, moralistic and all-around a drag. One night, I was hanging out with some friends and I made a few beer-fueled, semi-vulgar comments to her via my friend's msn account, and...well, she's not so bad after all.
Well, er. No. Not THAT event.Quote:
Originally Posted by yesdachi
All of the women I know are really boring and vacuous. While I wouldn't say no to any of them if they turned up soaking wet at my door, I'm not the kind of person that happens to, and I'm not really prepared to make the effort to chase any of them, seeing as-as noted above-I find them rather dull.
It's something of a catch-22.
This is true, and I find it immensely annoying. Perhaps that's my problem.Quote:
girls tend to talk just to make noise while they are having emotions.
That's because I'm not talking about all the errors and all the times I made a total fool of myself.Quote:
Originally Posted by English assassin
->Trial and error.
It's the truth.
I have discovered a deflection technique that seems to work well. When it starts I listen for a while (so it seems I care) then throw in a sentence like “Oh, I bet your sister laughed at that. What you didn’t tell her?” then she picks up the phone and I play MTW.~DQuote:
Originally Posted by English assassin
Girlfriends? HAH! Fat as ****, ugly as sin and more sarcastic that TV quiz host on heat, although i make girls laugh ALOT, no-one seems to like me at all *cries then eats half his body weight in bacon*
I always did my laundry on Sundays at the coffee shop/laundromat when this quiet, intelligent, very well-bodied brunette worked behind the counter. I would sit with my coffee and paper for an hour ten feet away from her while she read her book and my laundry laundered itself. Sometimes we spoke for a few minutes, but not very much.
A few years later she asked me to take her out for dinner.
Now we live together in a nice house with two kids.
Whoduhthinkit.
That has to be a story á la Frontroom Assistant Moderator.... ~DQuote:
Originally Posted by Beirut
Interesting thread. I read all of your successes. ~D