I am sorry this topic has absolutely nothing to do with swimming, but that is the weirdest thing that ever happened to me and who else would I share it with but my beloved swimming community :-)))
Anyways, here is what happened to me today.I went to Mall of America to do some shopping.I mean I finally set aside money to invest into something non-related to swimming.I am definitely not a shopaholic, but today I felt the urge to get into some new clothes.Well, afew hours after browsing that huge concentration of temptations I gathered quite e few purchases.To top it off I decided to get myself some cool jeans, so I ended up in one of the clothing shops.I had some trouble finding my size and I caught an eye of A GORGEOUS young lady that was working there and asked her to help me out(well, because she was so good-looking, I obviously had even more trouble finding stuff :-))).She turned out to be a sweet-heart and pretty much guided me through all my shopping experience at this little shop and I finally had 2 pair of jeans that I liked after trying out thousands of them(well, not exactly that many, but you know what I mean).So it was time for me to go, but I kinda felt reluctant to leave without having a little chat with that cutie.So I asked her name and stuff and we had a pleasant little conversation.Man, she told me to stop by some time to say hello :-)))Maybe she liked me?'Cause I surely liked her, lol:))
Anyways we finished talking, smiled to each other, wished each other good night and all those things and I headed out home thinking about nothing but that girl I just met.
Ok, guess what happened when I got home?I realised that the girl totally stole my brains at the moment when we were talking, BECAUSE I LEFT THE STRORE WITH THE JEANS IN MY HANDS FORGETTING(I MEAN FORGETTING!!!!) TO PAY FOR THEM!!!
OH my GOD!!!I never shoplift or anything of a kind and never ever anything like that happened to me!
Should I go back there tomorrow and pay or is that going to look weird?The most amazing part is that the jeans had those magnetic devices but they obviously never got activated or whatnot...
WOW, I mean WOOOOOOOOOOW.I must have really liked the girl, 'cause my brain was obviously paralized for that moment...I promised her I would stop by again :-)))She told me when she works.I was trying to be a decent guy and not jump into the whole "Can I have your number" thing right away, lol.
Man, all I have to say is : women are trouble , or from the woman's view on the situation it could be: men are so stupid!!!
...But what if they *AREN'T* Single? I don't want a black eye from their gorilla-sized boyfriend/husband.
Is this because I'm too nice? I don't like machismo and I don't care for being an ass either.
Like I mentioned, I wrote a song for the woman. I wonder, do the ladies like that, or does that come off sounding desperate?
PM me if anyone cares to hear the song.
...But what if they *AREN'T* Single?
You like aggro huh? LOL Sonic. I guess I 'd go with be YOU not what you think they want.
If you're acting a part, the show has to come to an end eventually.
Just my :2cents: .
If you like the romantic poetry /songwriting thing. Then you need to find a girl who is into that and will see it as creative and beautiful. Any other type of girl might be thinking you're a bit drippy by doing that.
Let me add I don't think writing poetry or songs is drippy, but you have to find the right audience..
That I do understand. I always thought it would be romantic to sing a ballad about the girl you love, and below her balcony. You can't do that if she lives in a single-level house. What would you do?? Crouch below her window and sing?? :p
I picture you beneath the balcony, soulfully pouring out your heart, and some neighbourhood Simon Cowell opening his window and expressing his disdain medieval-style...
That would be me ...
Passionate good, insipid bad. Soulful should not be mournful. Too Mindful or overly tortured is dull. (Did that in college a bit. All done.) Keen intelligence, with a dose of wit and irony and irreverance, is fabulous. But I would definitely read a poem or love letter or look at "etchings." (Reading a biography about that marriage destroyer Assia Wevill at the moment.) Indecision and waffling is death. Let's have some lucid opinions and personality. But no condescending, please -- big turn off.
Flowers for delivery are generally overrated. They wilt and die and make me sneeze. But I do like fresh picked peonies and the simplicity of tulips in spring. Roses show an utter lack of imagination and failure to discern the individuality of the flower giftee.
I don't particularly care about diamonds. Broad shoulders and a cute swimmer's butt is preferable.
Just IMHO,
Leslie Cowell
Sorry Rebecca!!
:rofl:
Check the last post of this if you don't get it
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I knew I shouldn't have sent roses after your breaststroke victory swims. I guess you'll have to wait for Kristina to send them. :thhbbb:
Men are trouble. Women are divine.
UMD's newspaper, The Diamondback, runs a Valentines Day Classified Special... for all the lovers.
One that caught my eye back then...
Roses are lovely
Violets are more
Your clothes would look better
In a pile on my floor
Try using that one and see what happens
:dedhorse:
UMD's newspaper, The Diamondback, runs a Valentines Day Classified Special... for all the lovers.
One that caught my eye back then...
Roses are lovely
Violets are more
Your clothes would look better
In a pile on my floor
Try using that one and see what happens
:dedhorse:
Well, how else are you going to know if they have a cute swimmer's butt?!
:dedhorse:
That I do understand. I always thought it would be romantic to sing a ballad about the girl you love, and below her balcony. You can't do that if she lives in a single-level house. What would you do?? Crouch below her window and sing?? posted by SonicSwimmer
I was thinking that maybe you should also wear that Spandex super hero costume while your singing your love song to her.....(Only joking of course!).
Newmastersswimmer
p.s. Did you ever see my last posting to you on the Meaning of Swimming Thread? You may have to scroll back a bit to find it.
My husband played guitar and sang songs he had written on our 3rd date. I was completely taken with him. I still get all mooshy when he plays...and when he brings out the 12-string...nirvana.
