Do I Have A Flashing Neon Sign That Says Freaks Only Over My Head
 

that only freaks can see.


OK.
My Bday. Apr 12.
Met this guy in bar. He was cute. Seemed OK. We exchanged #'s.
Upon second thought, and remembering what happened the LAST time I met a guy in a bar on my birthday, (http://130.94.21.174/gcforums/showth...=30th+birthday)...

I thought I better avoid this one.

3 weeks later, he calls, at midnight on a Friday. Leaves this seriously strange message "It would be a dream come true to hang out with you, page me"

I didn't call.

at 1:15AM this morning my phone rings--

Hi Amy, I met you at Red Rocks on your birthday, you're seriously sexy and I'm the handsome massage therapist who looks like Luke Wilson, well , I'm just hanging out here alone in my one bedroom apartment looking for someone to hang out with and it would be great to hang out with you, Give me a ring on my pager, I'm the GQ massage therapist who cooks and cleans IN THE NUDE and I'd love to get together with you, I'm a seriously cool and sexy and funny guy and you won't regret it.

OK, AGAIN, I MUST STRESS, its was 1:15 AM!!!!!!!

Seriously, I am beginning to think I need to move away from L.A.

WHAT IS WITH THIS WHACKO???

haha, that is hysterical (sorry to be laughing at your trauma, but it is really funny!).
Don't worry, though, you're not alone. It seems like everytime I go out, the only freak in the entire place singles me out to talk to. For example, this past Friday night, I went to a bar that's usually pretty cool and has lots of cute guys, and this scary 1-toothed backwoods genetic mistake came over and started hitting on me and trying to dance with me. Once I finally got rid of him, I had to deal with all of my friends making fun of me and telling me to go hang out with "that hot guy" I had been talking to. :rolleyes: But at least when it happens, it makes for an amusing story afterwards.

Amy,

I don't think it's just you but I think it might be the guys who populate bars on Sunset. I have met some pretty strange creatures at Red Rock, SkyBar, Saddle Ranch and Bar Marmont. I don't know where they come from but I hope for the future of our city that they go back there soon.

We'll have to find bars with decent single guys to hang out with -- we can make it our mission.

Take care,

Laura

I've got one of those, but this time it was my own *%$* fault.

I was at the library studying for an exam, and saw this incredibly gorgeous guy. We kept making eye contact and smiling at each other, but I couldn't work up the guts or a decent excuse to go over by him and start talking to him.

So, feeling a little goofy, and confident that I looked extra nice that day, I decided to make an unusual move. I wrote on a piece of paper:

"Hi. I'm Ginger. You're cute and I'm single, here's my number if you're interested."

I figured...the guy is in a library...in the law section no less...very nicely dressed...he's probably a law student or something...smart, attractive...good catch, right? So as I walked out the door, I put it on the table he was sitting at and smiled at him.

Well, I forgot about it after a day or two, and never really expected anything to come out of it...it was just a funny story to tell my friends. About a week later my phone rings and I answer.

"Hey, this is Andrew, is this Ginger?" Now, not knowing anyone named Andrew, I was a bit confused, but I said yes, I was Ginger.
"Yeah, I'm the guy from the library...I got your note and thought you were a fine piece of ass, wanna come over tonight and hook up?" :eek: I played stupid and acted like I didn't know who he was, and eventually ended up hanging up on him. Ew! Freak! So guys, this is why we don't approach you....there's just too many wierdos out there!!!

OMG Ginger! that is too gross. Yeah, I edited exactly what FREAKO 'GQ Massage therapist who cooks and cleans in the nude" said about me, but it was along those lines as well.

Seriously, I am 33, am I EVER gonna meet a normal, fun, nice, intelligent, cute guy?

DWAlpha Gam-- too funny!

Laura-- You may be right. But its not like I've found any better specimens anywhere else in this town! Help! ha ha

Re: Do I Have A Flashing Neon Sign That Says Freaks Only Over My Head
 

If he is calling at 1:15 am and obviously being a bit sexual on the phone (cooking in the nude? blech!) then 4 words for you...

LATE NIGHT BOOTY CALL!

:rolleyes:

He's got a lot of F&%$^%$%#%# nerve if that is the case considering we met once, for 3 minutes, SIX WEEKS ago.

wHAT A slime ball. Unfortunately, 99% of the men I've encounted over the past 5 years have been of his ilk. I'd LOVE to meet a guy who was normal!!!!!

Re: Do I Have A Flashing Neon Sign That Says Freaks Only Over My Head
 

Before you pack your bags, think about the alternatives. Would you really want to live in a place like NYC where women like CeeCee H. are considered "goddesses"??? :eek:

Food for thought! :D

OKAY, Amycat, I am Normal!http://www.plauder-smilies.de/remybussi.gif

Well as Normal as can Be!;)

I am poor, cause own a Business, I am Mature, Dont use Old, and I am in Kansas TOTO!

So go girl take your best shot!http://www.plauder-smilies.de/happy/xyxthumbs.gif

"this scary 1-toothed backwoods genetic mistake'

Too funny!!

Re: Re: Do I Have A Flashing Neon Sign That Says Freaks Only Over My Head
 

lol Tracy-- but just think how GODDESS like I could be if that's what they like there!
ha ha

Actually, I'd probably pack it in and head back to my hometown. But not for about a year. Have things to do here, first, lol.

Amen! :)

amy, amy, amy......
 

Happens to us guys too.

Was at howl at the moon last weekend, plowed and was dancing with a few friends. This gal comes up and is dancing with me. Not unusual at a piano bar...you dance with 80 year olds there. Anyway, she grabs me, spins me around and plants one on me. Next thing I know, her tounge is halfway down my throat, and I taste blood. Seriously. Since I am not a blood connesiour, I couldnt tell if it was mine or hers, so I grab my grapefruit and stoli, take a big swig, swish it around, and spit it out into the empty beer Amber had just put on the table. I now find Clarissa(her name) sketchy, so I make for the exit. its 2am anyway, and I am tired. Our group is doing that bar closing thing, where you wait for your entire party out front. I see Clarissa. She wants to give me her number. I dont have a pen. She goes in and gets one. Then asks me if I have paper, again no. So then, bloody stalker girl goes back into the bar to get paper. Comes out and tells me, "here my number, call me ok? So you remember me (in the "one time at band camp" voice) and remember that I am a biology major, I wrote the word 'bacteria' under my name." :eek: Who does that? BACTERIA??? What, like I wass hopeing her initials were STD as well? She might as well have said, "my name is Clarissa, but my friends call me Clap for short." WTF? SERIOUSLY, WHO USES BACTERIA AS A COME ON????

Being a gentleman, I acepted the number and my friends came to my rescue and ushered me out of there really quickly, but so one of my wierder experiences.

I feel your pain amy...

You guys are freak magnets!
The worst line that I have heard in the past five years is, "I have a mansion in Quogue. I'll make it worth your while.":rolleyes: He had all of his teeth, but was covered in bronzer so he looked like an Oompa Loompa.:p

LMAO!!