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[mindmetoo]

The first time I ever went on a date with a woman from the internet. This was before digital cameras, myspace, even scanners so seeing a photo of the person before you met was rare. My attitude back then was "no one can look that bad." Oh how wrong I was. There was a stretch when pretty much any woman you'd meet on IRC or whatever was monster fat.

I've met a couple psycho chicks but nothing that's what I call "first line crazy". They're always "second line crazy". Kind of normal at the start but then their emo problems come out. Women, I guess, are lucky in that many men show their cards right away, first line crazy.

I'm sure there are a healthy sampling of first line crazy women out there too. It's probably my personality type that deflects the first line crazy women. There are better victims out there and they know it.

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Wow....lemme tell you about the first time I dated a Korean woman. I was living and working in Regina (control yourselves!) and I met this woman through an acquaintance. Long story short - this woman met me in her hanbok and all she did was complain about life in Regina. She then threw cold beer in my face, muttered some choice Korean profanity and caught a taxi. Next day, she called me and asked if we could get together over the following weekend. I politley declined and left it at that. I had other fish to fry, you see!

I came over here and several years later I ran into her picking up her kid at the English pit I was working at. She remembered me and a bizarre series of dinners and social engagements ensued. Never did anything about it, as she was married. But she wasn't too shy, and that was a tad off for me. I moved to Seoul at the end of my sentence in the English pit.
She called on a biweekly basis until I got a new celly and number.

Certainly not as ribald as that which I've read here, but it's the best stalker/caller story I've got. Salut........

[Endesu]

Right, in the spirit of the guys who wrote about the Gangnam-Looney, I have a similar story. To be honest, similar things have happened to me more than once....

Anyway, this must be 4 years ago now, summertime, back in my home country. Was sitting one Saturday night, just came home from a few beers with friends, and went online. Started talking to this chick. Young chick I should say. So young it would be illegal for me to do anything to her where i come from.

She told me she just came home from a holiday in Turkey. And that she was now sleeping over at her sisters for a few days, in the same city as me. Then she went on about how all the Turkish men went crazy over her, told her she was the worlds prettiest, had an amazing body etc.etc. Now I know Turkish men enough to not trust this, but I took it as proof she wasnt a complete minger.

She continued this ego-trip for a while, and then finally asked about me. My age (I was 21 at the time), how I looked, what kind of work I did, what size my cock was. I was like Wooot??? Didnt expect that.

Then she asked me to phone her, which I dutifully did, cause my *beep*-radar was eyeing an easy score, and then I had to listen to her go on for about 30 minutes on how pretty everybody said she was, how she was voted prettiest in school, what an amazing body she was blessed with blah blah blah. But just as I was about to loose interest and fall asleep she uttered the magic words:

"oh, and I think Im a nymphomaniac, and I need to have sex all the time".

Right, Im back on now, listening intently to her telling me about the all the guys she has been with in her young life, and how they all adored her and said she was amazing in bed....

Well, in the end, she asked to meet me the following day. And although I knew it was wrong on every level, I had a dry summer, and decided to go for it. I mean, if she was half as pretty as she said she was, I would be more than happy to give her what she required.

Next day came, and I was supposed to meet her in the city centre, she phoned me to tell me she was on her way, and to sweet talk me until she got there. She said she would be easy to spot, as she was wearing a very sexy outfit, and looked really pretty. Wow, thats one confident girl I thought, I wonder if Im in for the real deal here.

So I waited outside the tram, looked at the people coming out. Hmmm, no hotties, but a couple of 7's. So who is looking at me? Who is seeking me out?

No. nononono. noooooo. not you, noooo! ****

She was absolutely horrible. Overweight, no ****, big ***, tons of makeup and foooking red hair!!!

I really didnt know what to do, so I tried to loose her, but she stuck to me like flies to ****. When I said I wanted to walk home, she said she would walk me there (mind you this was about 10km, which she didnt know).

So we started walking, and this girl was just going on and on and on about sex and everything related, and I just tried to get rid of her. Then I suddenly realized that, hey, I dont know anyone here, nobody needs to know, so why not?

We went to my appartment, I couldnt get over how ugly she was, but she was practically begging me to do her.

Long story short, I gave in. And she was truly amazing, I have to admit. Especially when we turned the lights off. She had some skills.

After that I walked her to the subway, she said she loved me and asked to be my girlfriend. I said I will think about it, pushed her into the subway and ran, hoping nobody ever saw me....

Aint I sweet...

We stayed in touch sporadically after that, she told me she wanted to get pregnant. Preferably with me. I said nono, thats not a good idea as it will land me in jail, and I generally cant stand you. Then she proceeded to say "but if he gets my looks and your shlong, he will be one handsome boy, and he can satisfy his mother"

At this point I broke of all contact....

She emailed me a year later, telling me she got raped in her *** and liked it, had 2 abortions and currently lived with a 42 year old man whom she wanted to marry, but she also had 3 younger lovers.....

I couldnt believe my luck to escape that one

Mod Edit: Please watch the language!

[RACETRAITOR]

Endesu, that's not the most fantastic story on this thread but I have to hand it to you for handling the situation right. You gave her a courtesy hump and got rid of her. Nice work of falling on the grenade.

[khyber]

the one upping in this thread is really, REALLY intimidating.
I have kind of a tame story to encourage more people to post after me (I like reading about crazies).

Sadly, I think that I may have been the crazy on this particular date.
I was not really in a great headspace when all this crap was going on. I hated my job; I had no prospects and was too scared and lazy to go out; I was too shy to talk with other chicks; I had just started this band that immediately disbanded after the most foookin' horrible show one could imagine.

Anyways, bad headspace for me. I also had a penchant for wearing pyjamas all the time. ALL the time. I had my pjs, one pair of kakies and 2 pairs of cordurouy. I had a job at a study (tutor) centre helping kids with chemistry. There I wore kakies and button up shirt and I hated it. Pjs were the only things that felt comfy.
Anyways, I was messed up.

At the terrible gig this really drunk chick came up to the band and asked us to play Garth Brooks. We laughed. She walked away, too drunk to be insulted. Then later, the same girl came on to me pretty hard (which didn't make sense considering how bad we sucked and how much self respect I had). It just ended up being a case of makin' out with the band. I was hiiiiiiiiIIIgh (not unlike any other split second of my life at the time) and she was waaaasted. It was messy and stupid and Great, great fun. I was inches away from gettin' her to come home with me. Which, I will say this, would have made for an enchanting evening and terrible morning, but instead, we traded phone numbers.

The show was on a Friday. I was working construction. This guy got killed at my jobsite and I was feeling really f-ed up at the time (I was rolled over by a 2 3tonne pipes...not cool). We had made a date to go out the next day. Needless to say, dudes dying around me didn't make my ability to interact with people that much better.

We decided to shoot some pool and then have a drink. We met in downtown edmonton. Had a fine time wondering about.
Now by this point in my life, I hadn't really been on a lot of "Dates" (like first dates). I'd have girlfriends...and THEN we'd go out and do stuff. Anyways, the whole thing left a lot to be understood by myself.

Minutes into the date she had said something to the effect of "wow. I was really drunk. I don't usually do that". My head was swimming with all kindsa crazy stuff and I didn't hear that until about the 13th time she said it later on at dinner.

We were playing pool. Some guy on the table behind us kept bumping me and I'd look uncomfortable. And then cry. I was incredibly impatient cursing out anyone who did anything.

When we got to drinks after pool, we sat down at the table. Again, she said, "Yeah, I usually don't really drink. What about you". I said, "No, not really. I do smoke quite a bit of poot though. Man, I was SO high after that show"
That put her off. She jitterred around in her chair.
"Really? How often?"
"Depends. Usually at least 4 or 5 times a day. I've been doing it a lot less since I moved back in with my folks. I have to smoke at my buddies house and the get home after they go to bed. Do you want another White Russian?"
Date wrapped itself up pretty quickly after that.
I wasn't stoned on that date. I thought it would be disrespectful to get all high on a first date. In retrospect, I think things would have made a lot more sense for her if I had been. AND, more importantly, I think I would have done a better job picking up on her "this guy is a ***** loser" hints and looks.

I found out later from a mutual friend (who I actually had a REAL crush on and who in INFINATELY COOLER) that she is an incredibly conservative girl. She lived on a farm and her "daddy" was a cop.


Note: I have been on other, much more successful dates since them... and I'm married now.

[Satori]

Nothing even remotely that weird. Just, I went into this bar with a teaching buddy, and it was one of those bars where the waitresses come over, sit with you. pour your drinks, and chat, but not a juicey bar, normal prices and stuff. So the waitress was cute, but my Korean was terrible then, and her English was almost non exsistant. We managed to do some body language, have some eye contact, and have a few laughs, god knows how. I liked her a lot, but thought there was absolutely no way, so I just played it cool. At the end of the night as we were leaving she came up to me and said "I'm not baby! I'm very sexy girl!" and I said "Ok" and she said "I come home with you"...we ended up living together for three years...

[Alan_Partridge]

[periwinkle]

I have a story. When I was a flight attendant, I met this pilot in airport operations when I was signing-in for a trip. I was wearing a santa hat at the time. He sidles up to me and says, "Who are you?" I said, "Santa's little helper...." and then he just kind-of walked away. So much for his conversation opener. It was awkward, as he so obviously crashed and burned (no pun intended ^^) that I felt sorry for him. Well, he lingered a minute leaving the room, and I was on my way out, so I had to walk past him. He gave me a pathetic look, so I said I thought he was just messing around, and he said no, he really wanted to know what my name was. Then he shows me his horribly disfigured thumbnail (it was NASTY, like when you smash your finger and the nail bed is permanently damaged, turns yellow and gets all these grooves and overlaps, etc.) and asks if I think a manicure will help. Man, if he hadn't showed that to me, I never would've noticed....

Anyway, I ended up giving him my number, thinking he just wasn't good at first impressions, and I'd give him a chance (plus, I have a thing for pilots). Well, he called me from home. He still lived with his parents, even though he was 36. I was imagining him snuggled in a twin bed with snoopy sheets and a red baron snoopy hanging from his ceiling that would buzz around in circles... Barely into our conversation, he says, "Can I ask you something?" I said ok, but then he's like no, I can't ask you, and you know how that goes. I repeatedly asked what is it, then finally he says, "Promise you won't get mad..." I said ok, then he asks me what I'm wearing, what my panties are like, and if I would slowly take my jeans and panties off and if I would describe to him what I was doing in detail. I said no, I had roomates, and I had to go. I didn't know this guy from Adam!! All I could picture were snoopy sheets and him in a little boy's bedroom....

Well, he calls and apologizes and seems very embarrassed. Said he wanted to take me out for dinner and a movie. I said ok, but no more weird sex stuff- I'm not like that. He promises. He behaved ok throughout dinner, and then we went to a movie. We had to walk past a sex shop to get to the theater, and he said he'd never been into a sex shop before and he really wanted to check it out. I told him I hated those kinds of shops, and I would be embarrassed to go into the shop. I also said I barely knew him, and I wasn't going into a sex shop with some guy I barely knew. He was incredibly insistent, and didn't want to take no for an answer. I told him he could go into the shop, but I was going to the theater. Anyway, after that, I ditched him.

Funny thing is is he was a southern Baptist he lived in Augusta, GA. Who knew that southern Baptists could be so pervy. Ugh~ just thinking about him makes my skin crawl....

[the eye]

One teacher from my first job stood out from the rest because she was so calm and down to earth. We seemed to have good chemistry so i asked her for her phone number.
We talked the next evening and i asked out for coffee.

She agreed after some degree of coaxing.

We went to a local cafe. It was as hot as it is today but she was dressed in layers of vests, shirts, pants and skirts as if it were September. She even had stockings on.
We decided to have ice cream instead of coffee, considering the weather. As i was ordering, she commented rather abruptly about my lack of care in choosing my clothes that day. I though i was stylin...!

I shook it off, but when we sat down, she bagan to nibble at the tiny little spoonfulls of ice cream like a mouse. She wiped her mouth with the napkin after every nibble was swallowed. A princess has emerged! She folded the napkin, and put it back down on the table as if it were made of the finest silk.

As i sat there watching, she told me to sit up straight. Apperently i was slouching.. She kept looking around as if she was uncomfortable being with me.

She announced that i should start developing my manners and appearance because she told her mother about me that day. In korean terms, in 2001, that was serious business.
She went on telling me how comfortable i was to her at work and on the phone but now she felt so uneasy.

I cut the date short. After i stopped talking to her at work she began the nightly stalker-like phone calls. Weeks later, she ended up getting fired from the school because she threatened another teacher whom she suspected was dating me.

Ah, the memories.

[RACETRAITOR]

So far that's two stories where the poster wrote with surprise "Apparently she was really conservative/he was a fundamental baptist." Where did you think sexual perversions come from?

[mindmetoo]

[periwinkle]

[khyber]

[RACETRAITOR]

[OiGirl]

Ok, this is pretty low on the weird-meter here, but I went out with a North African, who decided McDonald's was a good place for a date for people in their late 20s. The good thing I got out of this date was that he pointed out that McD's orange juice is Western-style, not Korean-style. Very good information.