Posted on 06/15/2005 9:14:02 AM PDT by missyme
I am sure we all have some funny stories to share on this topic!
LOL!
My best fiend and I went on a double date for our 8th grade graduation dance, you know, the kind where someone's mom drops you off at the theatre.
Not knowing what we were seeing, they took us to "For Those About to Rock", remember it, the AC/DC movie?
Real nice.
I was unaware that the little pieces of the crackers were called "puppies." Do they have to be animal crackers in order to make puppies, or will any cracker make puppies?
Okay, bad date story #2.
In the summer of 1997, my mother called and said, "Hey, do you remember Michael Grayson?"*
*We've replaced the perp's name with my little brother's. Let's see if anyone notices.
I said, "The kid I used to babysit?"
Mom said, "Yep! I ran into his mother at the grocery store yesterday, and I gave her your phone number for him."
Naturally, I asked, "Um, Mom, why did you give my phone number to a kid I used to babysit?"
"Well," said Mom, "he's just back from a mission trip and doesn't know too many people outside his church, and I thought you might be able to introduce him to some new friends. He's so sweet - he likes opera and Broadway shows and that sort of thing. You'll get along GREAT."
Well, whadaya gonna do? I figured one date with a metrosexual wouldn't kill me, so I told Mom I'd go out with him.
Came the time not too long after when Michael called me, and we planned a date. I understood the date to be dinner and maybe a drink afterward.
How wrong I was about the second part.
Dinner was great; he took me to a serious hole-in-the-wall that was just really good. I'm thinking, "Okay, it's weird that I'm out with a guy whose diaper I used to change, but he's nice enough and his dining choices so far are impeccable."
We got in the car, and chatted about his trip and what he liked about South America and what he missed about home, and I wasn't paying much attention to where we were going.
And then we pulled up. To a karaoke bar. An empty karaoke bar.
Now, I don't sing. I really don't sing. There are stipulations in the Geneva Convention prohibiting me from singing where innocents might feel the pain. If I even got on a karaoke stage, the mike would explode.
I told Michael as much, and he said (in what I think he thought was a gallant tone), "I'll sing for you. I'll sing to you."
(Yes, in hindsight that's where I should have known better.)
So he got up on stage, and there's no one in there but us and the bartender (who I guess was also running the karaoke booth), and he sang "Unbreak My Heart," and he sang "Hotel California," and then - to show me what an amazing range he had and to impress me with his sensitivity - he serenaded me with "In the Ghetto."
How I got home is a blur. I know I didn't drink, because the bartender was too busy tending the karaoke machine.
Virtually all women in that, or a similar, profession have had a very bad relationship with their fathers.
A healthy father-daughter relationship is an extreme rarity among those women.
"There are stipulations in the Geneva Convention prohibiting me from singing where innocents might feel the pain"
HILARIOUS!
There my dear, was your first mistake....
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Oh My that is a funny one! Mother was a full fledged Psycho!
Yeah,
I'm very familiar with that particular demon. Which is why I almost get ill when I see these girls interviewed. Ack.
TMI.
I mean, he likes opera, he knows the good restaurants, he sings karaoke...she should have asked him if he could style her hair.
me too.
I pick up a young lady for our first date. I stop at a store to fill the cooler and when I get back to the car she's going through my glove compartment. I nicely asked what she was doing. She was very embarrassed but admitted she did not know my name. I laughed, got in the car, and continued to our destination but would not tell her my name. Needless to say, this was driving her crazy. When I dropped her off she said she wanted to go out again but I said no thanks. That was many years ago but you should see her face when I bump into her. Priceless. A mutual friend finally did tell her my name though.
That my dear was your second mistake....
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Ping to some lady FReepers who I'm sure have great stories, and some FReeper dudes who would like to try to top them!
(The stories, that is.)
"If anyone wants a sack of dog poop"
No, Im still trying to get rid of mine!
When I think of my own daughters and my (healthy, strong) relationships with them, contemplating the above topic makes me want to break things and hurt people.
I think the hindsight fairy was reachin' down at that point and wackin' you on the head! (Again, poor thing!)
I have a crappy relationship with my idiot father -
and I'm fine.. except for this facial tic tic tic....
Ahhh,
{{hugs}}
ouch!!! Looks like this thread is turning into the "Sheman male haters club"...
(ducking, once again, and running for cover)
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There is a crappy relationship and then there is the soul destroying 'relationship'.
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