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Why I ordered 100 beers

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January 29th, 2013 by cyclone (Ames, IA)

When I was in college I dated a girl for a 2 months, she didn’t see a future in it so she dumped me. Then about 6 weeks later I ran into her in a bar. We got to talking and dancing, then while on the dance floor she grabbed me pushed me up against the wall and tried to remove my tonsils with her tongue. Well her friends had to go so we agreed to go to a movie in 2 days. I picked her up and she barely spoke but we went to the movie anyway, about half way through I went to put my arm around her and she got up and moved over 2 seats. Well I decided to cut my losses, when the movie ended I walked outside and said have a good life and left her standing out in front of the theater. I walked around the corner to my favorite bar where it was nickle draw night and slapped down a fiver on the bar and said give me 100 beers. I then called 3 of my buddies and commenced to drink all 100 beers while discussing the complexities of women.

Shot for a goal, got a red card

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December 21st, 2012 by beckaboo101 (Ft. Collins, CO)

Last year, my sorority threw a Saddie Hawkings dance. I had been crushing on this guy for the past couple years and decided that this way my chance. I walked up to him and asked if he wanted to go to the dance with me. He said no because he had a big soccer game to play in on that night. I was a little upset but I knew it wasn’t his fault. The night of the dance, I saw him across the room and decided to go and ask him for a dance thinking he just go here after the soccer game. I go up and ask for the dance and get ready to calm my nerves so the dance would be smooth. He looked me dead in the eyes and said “I don’t think you get it. Leave me alone.”

Too Touchy

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November 29th, 2012 by Caroline (Austin)

I was out with a friend from college who had come to visit me for the weekend. Excited to catch up, we went to the bar to have just a couple drinks. Chatting away, my friend and I were soon joined by two guys who came over saying they were bored with their regular friends. We, being friendly, scooted over to let them join and to see what this conversation was going to be like. One guy sat next to me and quickly began telling me about his life, undergrad degree, and research he was interested in. While what he was saying was vaguely interested, I could not help but be extremely distracted by his incessant touching. He went from my arm, to my lower back, to my shoulder, and one even my cheek. I was feeling very uncomfortable and tried sending very clear body signals that he should stop like flinching, scooting away from him, and so on. Not really getting the hint, the guy carried on. Finally, I worked up my nerve and told him he must stop. “I am interested in what you are saying but I am not really touchy feely and you are making me so uncomfortable,” I stated to this stranger. Offended by my obvious overreaction (or what he thought) to his invasion of personal space, he stomped off after telling me I was weird for not liking to be touched.

Falling for you

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November 27th, 2012 by lilhut (Lubbock TX)

It was my sophomore year in college and I had never really even been out with a guy. I had always been overweight and a bit awkward. I had gotten dressed up to go out to eat with a guy. I had my friends do my hair and makeup. I put on a dress and even panty hose. I never wore them and well I do not wear them now. I remember being so nervous. He had been a friend for forever, but still actually going out to eat with him, it was nerve racking. I was ready to go and realized that I had an extra hour to waste. I was so nervous I completely forgot to look at the time. That was by far the longest hour ever! When the time came to go I met him in the quad on campus. We were going to meet there and walk to his car. I met him there and we started to talk and walk and decided to walk around a little bit before we went to eat. After about 30 minutes of walking around we started towards his car. His car was parked off to the side of one of the men’s dorms on campus. As we were coming up to his car I had stopped paying attention to what I was doing and was focusing on the conversation. Right about that time my foot caught a raise in the sidewalk and I found myself falling through the air in slow motion. Now being a bigger girl at the time, not pretty. The slow motion ended the second I hit and skidded across the concrete, not only tearing my panty hose, but taking what little bit of dignity I had left. Luckily we laughed about it all night!

The nose didn’t know.

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November 9th, 2012 by bugboy (Shasta Lake California)

I once met a girl in my Interpersonal Communications class at college, and throughout the semester I would think of ways to talk to her. One day I finally worked up the courage to ask her on a date, and she had actually accepted. I was so excited I prepared all week for the date. Finally the night had arrived and we went to dinner. The date was fine, and afterwards we talked in her car for a little while and finally we wrapped the night up with a hug. I had thought it was a successful date, but a week later she had not talked to me, except the occasional hi. She eventually told me that she wasn’t interested in me. I found out a couple years later by a close friend that she had been told it was because I had hair growing on my nose. Up until that point I had never realized that I had nose hair. A simple shave could of made my date go a lot smoother.

I had to do a project with a girl in my class, and all during our meeting she talked about the blind date she was going on and how nervous she was. I ended up doing all the work and told her that she was really no help to me. After that, she was very bitchy and threw me some nice insults before she stormed off. That night, me and my friend went on a double date with this girl he liked and her friend. The friend (who was supposed to be for me) was the girl from my class. It went on from there, we didn’t say one word to each other and my friend cant really keep conversation. On top of that, my friend tried to make conversation on how great a friend I was, and that the girl is lucky to have this opportunity with me. Then my friend payed the check and the girl my friend was interested in never called him again. I felt bad but it was probably for the best.

The Third Wheel

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March 21st, 2012 by John (San Diego, California)

So I arranged a first date with a girl who I liked to go to a Padres baseball game. I told a friend, Raul, about it and he suggested that he ask out a girl that he was interested in and we could do a double first date. Now Raul is the friend that everyone in the group knows is an idiot. We all loved him but he wasn’t the guy who you wanted to go with on a date. He did already have four tickets, so I reluctantly accepted. In addition, since we all lived on campus and he had the biggest car he volunteered to drive us all. I should have known better. So the day came and he picked up me and the girl, who had been hanging out. As soon as he gets in the car, his date called and cancelled. Now it was a first date with a girl that I liked, plus the friend who wouldn’t shut up. And it wasn’t just chatter. He talked about all the stuff that guys talk about without girls around; crude sexual jokes, masturbating, other dumb stuff. My night (the game ended up lasting for 3.5 hours) was mainly doing damage control. I barely spoke to my date one on one. By the time the game was over and we got back to my place, I tried to laugh it off as just Raul being Raul, but the damage was done. Suffice to say I never heard from this girl again.

Memorial Day breakup

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February 12th, 2012 by Twenty Timers (Long Island, NY)

I thought I met the girl I was going to marry in college. We met during my junior year, her senior year (although she stayed an extra semester). From the beginning our relationship was strong both romantically and emotionally. For 2 years everything went very well. After she finished school, she got a nice job in Manhattan. Nothing major for a while, but all of sudden there were hints things were not right. I figured it was just a hiccup we would work through. We celebrated our 2-year anniversary in April and the sparks were again visible. Then all of sudden, everything sort of plummeted! I had graduated at this point and was planning on looking for a job near where she lived and we would get an apartment together. She however was reluctant and on Memorial Day, we were at a her family party and things were not right. We went for a drive. She broke up with me. The worst part, I was absolutely miserable and had no escape. She drove. I was drinking and she couldn’t take me back to my house on Long Island. I was completely stuck. Lost and wanted to blow up. The absolute worst break up and the worst way and time for anybody to do it. HORRIBLE!

How’s the air down there?

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January 23rd, 2012 by DeeDee (Orlando, FL)

It was the 70’s. You know when everyone wore flared jeans and platform shoes. Well I was like any other college student and you can be sure I had the jeans with the most flare and the platform shoes with a minimum four inch wedge. I packed my bag and was off to a weekend at another university within the state. My best friend was fixing me up with her boyfriend’s brother. Upon arriving at the designated meeting spot I was horrified to find that my date was only 5’7″. I am 5′ 8″ and with my four inch platforms, I towered over my date. I spent the entire weekend somewhat squatting every time we walked side by side or tried to dance.

My girlfriend and I split up during the spring. We had dated for three years during college. It was a serious relationship that I thought would last forever. I wanted it to. After the split, communication between us was minimal. I would send texts and emails occasionally professing my feelings, etc. Fast forward to this past summer and things seemed liked they were looking up. We were communicating more frequently and talking about things that we could improve if we were to get back together. One weekend while she was at home with her parents (which was four hours away from my location), we planned to go camping and spend some quality time together. We were to talk about another potential future together. That weekend came and I drove the four hours to see her. I was excited at the idea of talking things out and getting back with her. The first day and night we set up camp and did things together; everything seemed great. It was like old times. The next day we were planning an activity. I took a shower and once I finished she said that I should go home. It caught me off guard as I thought things were looking up. I drove four hours home flabbergasted. She wouldn’t return my calls and I discovered she blocked me from Facebook. All I wanted was a clear explanation. I soon found out that my best friend knew that she was also seeing someone else on the side that I did not know about.