#datestories

Again she is sitting next to her crush. It happens too often lately, too casually. She's got a strange anticipation about this. 

Last month he missed the first day of classes so he was assigned a seat on the second day, the seat next to her. He still sits there even though he is free to move to another place now. 

Last week the seat next to her was the only free one on the whole bus. The situation hasn't changed since that day and even though there are always a lot of people standing, he stays. 

Today all year 9 students have to attend a meeting to inform them about their near future in school and after school. She is the first to arrive so she sits down in the middle of the room waiting patiently for her fellow students. Only twenty minutes too early is a new record for the bus. Her crush comes in next and - all chairs are empty! - sits next to her. 

"Hi" she greets shyly because he seemingly isn't going to start a conversation by himself. "Yo" he says nodding his head. 

Silence.

"How come you're so early?" she wonders aloud "usually you arrive just in time..."  "...If not too late" he adds. They both have to laugh a bit. Then he answers: "Actually I wanted to talk to you" Her eyes grow wide in surprise. "Okay...? Tell me, what about?" 

"Umm...uh..." He stammers obviously not having found the right words yet. "What are you going to do next year?" he asks then and she can see from the look in his eyes that this wasn't what he wanted to tell her. "Well" she starts anyway going along with it "I'll stay in school and see if I pass the exams for science or mathematics. If I don't I'll drop out of school and start working at my uncle's place" 

"Good plan" he notes "I have no idea what to do with my future"

"Oh, then you better pay close attention today!" she advises. Still fifteen minutes left but there will be others coming in no time and she definitely wants to know what he really wanted to tell her. She stares as obviously as possible at her watch making him check the clock on the wall and swallow hard. He also noticed that they had not much time left alone together. 

"I've been meaning to tell you quite some time" he finally explains "since the start of this semester actually." 

"You had a lot of chances" she states. 

"True but it's not that easy to tell" he defends himself. 

"Yeah? I always thought you were some tough guy so just saying something shouldn't be a problem, should it?" She demands mockingly leaning closer to him. 

"You don't know a thing" he replies also leaning closer until their noses are only inches apart. "I bet" she admits ironically "now tell me" 

He stays silent for a moment making the tension almost unbearable for her. Then he lifts his hand to stroke a strand of her hair behind her ears and his fingers linger softly on her cheek. 

"I like you" he whispers. 

The train station is a sad place because of two reasons: One, the people here are either depressed or depressing meaning there are a lot of loser-people and a lot of annoying people. Two, the station itself is quite shabby with all those chewing gums, burnt cigarettes and empty bottles lying around. 

He disliked standing there almost as much as standing in front of a really big audience. Because if you were standing at the train station everyone could look at you from a great distance. It was an island in between the streets and train tracks filled with a lonely dreadful atmosphere. 

Today he had missed the last bus home from school so he had had to run through the town to the train station, at least trying to get the next train to his village. Yeah, the trains were strange here as well, stopping in every damned village from this town to the next biggest city. It could have been worse he thought to himself: where he had lived at earlier there was only one track for the trains to go back and forth. It was definitely a lot better here. 

Half the way he noticed that it was already too late for him to catch the next train so he went on in a much slower pace shoving his hands in his pockets and cussing quietly to himself. If this teacher just hadn't persisted in explaining this last problem he would have gotten his bus and this all wouldn't be so annoying. He reached the train station now fifteen minutes too early for the next train meaning he had to stand and wait there at his feared place. 

To get to the platform he had to go underneath the train tracks through some kinda tunnel. Down the stairs on the right he saw a woman staring at the wall next to the lift not bothered by anyone passing by she didn't move at all. He shook his head, this woman was definitely labelled strange. Just then the lift doors opened with a ping making the woman flinch away from the doors but she still kept her back away from the people walking through the tunnel. Without meaning to he had stopped walking and was now staring at the woman from the opposite wall of the tunnel. She however stepped closer to the wall moving her hands in front of her body as if wanting to swat something away. A moment later the tunnel was empty and the two of them were the only ones left. He was finally able to rip his eyes away from the woman turning to the stairs to go up to the platform. Suddenly the woman started talking to the wall and all he did was run. 

Up on the platform he stood as far away from the stairs as possible plus he tried to hide in between a pillar and the bench so that he wasn't visible from the street. He didn't sit down although he could've. Still, his paranoia told him that he was standing out, that in the end they would find him, that they just waited for him to make a mistake so they could laugh at him again. He shuddered feeling looked at by cold eyes. 

Our Taste In Men Has Changed.

SO for this podcast on Legs and Larry. We talk about relationships, guys we’ve been into, how we feel about them, and scary/weird date stories. This episode makes us think about how our taste in men has changed. From being total dbags to finding more respectful men.

*** Appologizing, The beginning is a lot of nonscense, I am learning how to properly podcast.***

As we continued talking, I…

His name is Rich and I agreed to go on a date with him because he had very interesting rope bondage pictures on his profile.  They looked artsy and fun, and he looked like a pretty smart guy.

We meet at Berry Park, a bar in Brooklyn, and the second he says hello I knew it wasn’t going to work.  He doesn’t really understand my sense of humor and answers all my jokes as if I was being completely serious.  This isn’t enough for me to just leave, but it gets so much worse.

Halfway through his beer, he brings up the subreddit fatpeoplehate.  He starts laughing - full on, maniacal laughter, head thrown back and everything.  He says they are the funniest people ever.  He asks me what I think of them and if I thought it was fair that reddit banned them.  I don’t know what to say, really, so I just shrug and say that Reddit has the right to ban whoever they want.

He then asks if I want to see photos of what he does: bondage.  Thinking he means other artsy photos, I say yes.  He whips out his humongous phone - this thing is practically an ipad mini - and holds up a picture of his penis penetrating a girl.  At this point, I quickly finish my drink, get up, and tell him that I’m not comfortable with him and get the fuck out of there.

He texts me two hours later: “Would you like me to drench your tits in white, frothy cum?  And batter you with my semen?”

Let me tell you a tale of this guy I dated a couple years ago. Mike was 35 and had a daughter.

I am attracted to men that are strong willed, stubborn and ultimately are passionate. I believe me falling for this quality over and over again is the reason I’ll be single f o r e v e r but maybe there’s another reason? It can’t always be me, right?

So Mike was a good guy, would pay for dinners, hold my hand in public and was pretty much awesome. He did everything right. He called, he texted, he was attentive and funny.

One night I was home, chillin by myself watching Vicky Cristina Barcelona. It’s a Woody Allen movie where two American girls go to Spain and fall for the same guy who has a volatile relationship with his ex wife. Mike asked what I was doing and I told him I was watching it.

I don’t know if this movie has some sort of hidden message I’m not aware of, but Mike went ape shit. He said he couldn’t believe I was watching such filth and that I was a WHORE for watching it! I kept asking him why it was so filthy? Aside from a girl on girl kiss (which, seriously?!? Who cares?!) there is nothing in this movie that merited that kind of reaction! Excuse me, I meant to say OVER REACTION.

He never gave me a satisfactory answer and instead broke up with me. 😐

Three days later he calls. Of course, I don’t pick up. Fuck him. I let it go to voicemail and listened to the message later, in between Brazilian waxes.

"Hey my mom’s coming to town Sunday. Wear something nice, we’re having brunch with her." Click.

👿 Oh No He Didn’t! 🔥💣🔥💣🔥💣🔥💣🔥💣🔥💣🔥💣🔥💣

Did this MOTHER FUCKER have amnesia?!???!?

Of course I called him back to ask him if I could bring Vicky and Cristina to brunch with me. And then I told him to fuck off and enjoy his date with mommy.