So, I was thinking about people that I've met off the net. And I thought I would share my stories with you guys.
If any of you have any stories about meeting people, then feel free to add them too. They can be funny, serious (i.e.. You've met the woman of your dreams), how far have you travelled to meet someone? Do you still talk to the person/people you've met?
Here's my first story. I do have a few of these.
"The Pole Dancer"
Back in 1999, I was 15, I had just got my first computer (Packard Bell Pulsar 510, for the nerds) and I got the internet. It was pretty special back then.
But anyway, I was in a chat room one night, and some girl started chatting to me, we exchanged phone numbers and talked on the phone alot. She told me she's 17, and she's a pole dancer. Of course! We decided that that Easter we should meet up.
So I got on the train to York, and when I got to the station, I bought 12 red roses (I was sweet back then, or did I just want to get my end away with a pole dancer? I'll let you decide). So, I'm standing outside the station, roses in hand. I'm waiting, and waiting, and waiting. No chicks that look like pole dancers around here, I thought to myself. So I gave her a call. As I took my phone out my pocket, a fat girl just in view looked at her phone anxiously. I thought, the damage is done now, she knows who I am, I better just go over and say hello.
I decided to spend the day with her. I haven't come all this way for nothing, and she might have some fit friends. It wasn't much fun, until the night time. I bought a bottle of vodka, to make the most of it. I totally forget about going the 100 miles or so home. So I had to stay at her house that night.
The next morning came, I was hung over. We said our goodbyes and, I had to get a train back into York, cause by now we're in the middle of no where. And then I had to get the train back into Grimsby.
I was about 15 minutes from home, and my phone rang, so I answered it. And it was her. She said to me, "Do you remember much about last night, Danny?" so I said "No, not most of it, what happened?" So she told me that I said to her "The closest thing you fat cow could ever get to being a pole dancer is walking into a lamp post." She never spoke to me again. Which I think is a good thing.
If any of you have any stories about meeting people, then feel free to add them too. They can be funny, serious (i.e.. You've met the woman of your dreams), how far have you travelled to meet someone? Do you still talk to the person/people you've met?
Here's my first story. I do have a few of these.
"The Pole Dancer"
Back in 1999, I was 15, I had just got my first computer (Packard Bell Pulsar 510, for the nerds) and I got the internet. It was pretty special back then.
But anyway, I was in a chat room one night, and some girl started chatting to me, we exchanged phone numbers and talked on the phone alot. She told me she's 17, and she's a pole dancer. Of course! We decided that that Easter we should meet up.
So I got on the train to York, and when I got to the station, I bought 12 red roses (I was sweet back then, or did I just want to get my end away with a pole dancer? I'll let you decide). So, I'm standing outside the station, roses in hand. I'm waiting, and waiting, and waiting. No chicks that look like pole dancers around here, I thought to myself. So I gave her a call. As I took my phone out my pocket, a fat girl just in view looked at her phone anxiously. I thought, the damage is done now, she knows who I am, I better just go over and say hello.
I decided to spend the day with her. I haven't come all this way for nothing, and she might have some fit friends. It wasn't much fun, until the night time. I bought a bottle of vodka, to make the most of it. I totally forget about going the 100 miles or so home. So I had to stay at her house that night.
The next morning came, I was hung over. We said our goodbyes and, I had to get a train back into York, cause by now we're in the middle of no where. And then I had to get the train back into Grimsby.
I was about 15 minutes from home, and my phone rang, so I answered it. And it was her. She said to me, "Do you remember much about last night, Danny?" so I said "No, not most of it, what happened?" So she told me that I said to her "The closest thing you fat cow could ever get to being a pole dancer is walking into a lamp post." She never spoke to me again. Which I think is a good thing.
