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!!!
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That would be me ...
Passionate good, insipid bad. Soulful should not be mournful. But I would read a poem or love letter or look at "etchings."
Sorry Rebecca!!
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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.
Look, I promise to only freestyle with Special K...I'll save all my breaststroking for you :eek: :eek: :eek: :rofl: :joker: :drink: :rofl: :rofl:
OMG!! Go as Sonic Man!?!?! HAHAHAHAHA!!!! I might do that and "come to her rescue!" Actually, NewMastersSwimmer, I have yet to make the costume, but I plan to so I can attend comic book conventions and the like. I'm also doing it for shock factor.
I haven't seen your post in the Meaning of Swimming Thread, but I will.
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:
I see a thread of StVal's poems in the future, posted by a host of folks who's nicknames we have not seen before...
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...
I gotta say that from this guy's perspective, Women--especially ones with nuts--are trouble. I defy any of you to debate that!
These types were on Jerry Springer this morning... :argue:
Oh my God! I've created a monster!
Seriously though, I am nice with the ladies. If a swimmer drops her pull bouy, I pick it up and give it to her. I really try to be "Mr. Gentlemen" and try not sound too desperate or creepy.
...and while I do admire female swimmers, I will complement them when they're in uniform. (y'know, swimsuit...) which usually goes well, but then again, I was the only one in my age group when I was swimming with my LMSC.
...and while we're on the subject, I'm not all that muscular, nor am I morbidly obese. I'm just an average thin guy who weighs 140 pounds and is 5'6" and still manages to look good in a Speedo. Trust me, if I were morbidly obese, I wouldn't even consider wearing a Speedo.
But now that I've derailed the topic a bit, I will say this: I never really had any luck with women and this goes back to the seventh grade.
In fact, I remember a girl giving me her "number" and when I called that number, I ended up calling a number to another private residence. Obviously, the girl didn't live in that residence and took me for a fool. It was absolutely humiliating.
Is your friend by any chance Holly Miller, mother of Haley and Duncan? I went into her store once, not really knowing the fashion world very well, and asked Holly if she had a James Bond style tuxedo I could rent for an award ceremony. She told me she only had women's clothing.
Jim:
My husband and I are friends with her partner, Elsa, and her husband Ray. I've met Holly, and she is very nice. That was a hilarious story. I just told someone the other day that my daughter had balls, though ... referring to her lovely personality of course.
If you had a lick of sense (which you appear to) and wanted to make your wife (or girlfriend or whatever) deliriously happy and less trouble, you might want to be a regular customer at Bailey & Bailey. I'd rather shop there than any yucky mall. In fact, I did some substantial damage right after xmas. My husband has even been known to order things over the phone because they know my size/style. Elsa is having a little trouble with the concept that my shoulders are broader since I've been swimming. So I had to return an itsy-bitsy top recently. Sigh.
feisty
Finally ... a word that defines all interesting women. :groovy:
Kiss my Grits, Mr. Fly on the Side. ;) Geek, of course, can always Kiss my Grits.
You can't do that if she lives in a single-level house. What would you do?? Crouch below her window and sing??
What you could do in this situation is first dig a hole so that only your crooning mouthparts extend above the earth's surface. If the song goes over well, ascend triumphantly into her waiting, and quite possibly quivering, arms.
If, on the other hand, it bombs, just bury yourself along with your ukelele, humiliation, and unrequited love in the pre-dug grave. The next spring, when a well-fertilized lilac blooms by her window, the petals the exact pink-going-to-scarlet hue of your blushing embarrassment, she will think to herself: What a fool I was not to see True Love when he sang to me last winter! Sigh! Then she'll cut the flowers and place them in the vase on the kitchen table and fry patty sausage for her brutishly macho ass of a boyfriend.
