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			<title><![CDATA[Women are f-ing crazy...]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 14:45:09 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[So Friday night started out really well.&nbsp;&nbsp;I took her to dinner at Houston's in Pasadena. Conversation was great. She's into hiking, she's athletic runs alot. We had many of the same interests. We shared many of the same favorite movies; stuff like that. She was intelligent, and really nice to have a conversation with.

After dinner we went to Bodega, a nice little wine bar. It was kinda crowded. After a while she said, "You wanna just walk around Pasadena and bar hop?" Um yeah!!

So we went to a bunch of bars, one drink at each, then we ended up at Club Menage and went dancing. We were making out and dancing all night; it was great!

We were dancing real close and I whispered in her ear, "what d'ya say we leave and go back to my place for a while?" She's like, "Cool, let's go!"
During the time between walking from Menage to my car- SHE WENT FREAKING INSANE

She started crying, talking about old relationships that never lasted past 3 months. She got mad at me for some reason... told me that it just wouldn't work out between us... would not get in the car to let me at least take her home. I tried hard about 5 times with a lot of patience to at least let me drive her to her sister's 4 blocks away. I really didn't want to leave a drunk girl by herself at 2am in downtown Pasadena.&nbsp;&nbsp;She refused, so I left her there.

She had a huge drinking problem...
(Wish I took her for drinks first, I could have saved &#36;100 on dinner.)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[So Friday night started out really well.&nbsp;&nbsp;I took her to dinner at Houston's in Pasadena. Conversation was great. She's into hiking, she's athletic runs alot. We had many of the same interests. We shared many of the same favorite movies; stuff like that. She was intelligent, and really nice to have a conversation with.

After dinner we went to Bodega, a nice little wine bar. It was kinda crowded. After a while she said, "You wanna just walk around Pasadena and bar hop?" Um yeah!!

So we went to a bunch of bars, one drink at each, then we ended up at Club Menage and went dancing. We were making out and dancing all night; it was great!

We were dancing real close and I whispered in her ear, "what d'ya say we leave and go back to my place for a while?" She's like, "Cool, let's go!"
During the time between walking from Menage to my car- SHE WENT FREAKING INSANE

She started crying, talking about old relationships that never lasted past 3 months. She got mad at me for some reason... told me that it just wouldn't work out between us... would not get in the car to let me at least take her home. I tried hard about 5 times with a lot of patience to at least let me drive her to her sister's 4 blocks away. I really didn't want to leave a drunk girl by herself at 2am in downtown Pasadena.&nbsp;&nbsp;She refused, so I left her there.

She had a huge drinking problem...
(Wish I took her for drinks first, I could have saved &#36;100 on dinner.)]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Asolutely free online dating]]></title>
			<link>http://www.jankdate.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=14</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 02:44:57 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Hi all, love,romance, dating,sharing sweet smiles and deep tears, as a human one should enjoy the feelings,and story should not end only with enjoy, one should share every bit of feel......in this situation if there is no any person to share ....ohhh how bumps the life is.....but now there is no any problem like this solution is there for every human in the world, that is i proudly can say that http://meet2go.com this is an excellent dating site, here u can find live chats,excellent dating tips,straight and marvelous forum discussions,fun, and if u try there will a person already been waiting for you......iam sure about that]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Hi all, love,romance, dating,sharing sweet smiles and deep tears, as a human one should enjoy the feelings,and story should not end only with enjoy, one should share every bit of feel......in this situation if there is no any person to share ....ohhh how bumps the life is.....but now there is no any problem like this solution is there for every human in the world, that is i proudly can say that http://meet2go.com this is an excellent dating site, here u can find live chats,excellent dating tips,straight and marvelous forum discussions,fun, and if u try there will a person already been waiting for you......iam sure about that]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[brother trouble!]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 15:17:58 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ok ok ive posted alot but this is the worst

ok when i was like younger not to younger i had to where braces adn i got with this lad at skl and he whered braces 2 (we want geeks acully i waz popular and pretty :D) and one night we waz making out!!! and my stupid brother walks in and is annoyed with me becuz i ignored him earlier and&nbsp;&nbsp;he only went and got a tennis ball and chucked it at the bk of my hed and ran off! 

but when he whacked it off my hed our bracesa latched onto each other!!!!!!! :o 

we waz stuck likw tht for 2 hrs b4 we waz able to get down stairs to my mom and then anouther 2 to get them apart but it waz funny!!!!:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:P:P:P:P:):):)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[ok ok ive posted alot but this is the worst

ok when i was like younger not to younger i had to where braces adn i got with this lad at skl and he whered braces 2 (we want geeks acully i waz popular and pretty :D) and one night we waz making out!!! and my stupid brother walks in and is annoyed with me becuz i ignored him earlier and&nbsp;&nbsp;he only went and got a tennis ball and chucked it at the bk of my hed and ran off! 

but when he whacked it off my hed our bracesa latched onto each other!!!!!!! :o 

we waz stuck likw tht for 2 hrs b4 we waz able to get down stairs to my mom and then anouther 2 to get them apart but it waz funny!!!!:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:P:P:P:P:):):)]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[my best m8]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 15:05:39 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ok so i have this really fit lad as a best m8 and i loved him to bits i still do (but now in a friend way) ok and my m8 is called ryan.

ok so we go to this nightclub together and im hoping hed flirt with me and everything. and at this club the boys loos had suddenly gone crazy and they had to use the girls so most of the time the loos waz empty of boiz and girls. so there we are having a few drinks messin around!! and these friends of ryans r there and were all hanging out everys having fun (well i would be surrounded with boiz lolz:D) anyway ryans and his m8 pops to the looz then a minute after i need the loo(2 many vodkas) and i go to the loo and i carnt c ryan and his m8 so i thought they must of gone out when i went in and didnt notice anyway i walk to the middle 1 (the rest looked dirty!) and its unlocked so i open the door and ryan and his m8 are there going a bit father than making out!!!!

i run out red in the face halfenbrassed half tring not to laugh my hed off and i sit with ryans other m8 and chat and the other 2 come out moements l8r and we just talk normaly as if nowt happened and ryans m8 tht want in the loos went and we waz all just sitting there all red in the face and we just start laughin our heds off:D:D:D:D


now im still best m8s with ryan and his bf/m8 greg and erm were all kwl about it but i never told him i fanced him!!!!;)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[ok so i have this really fit lad as a best m8 and i loved him to bits i still do (but now in a friend way) ok and my m8 is called ryan.

ok so we go to this nightclub together and im hoping hed flirt with me and everything. and at this club the boys loos had suddenly gone crazy and they had to use the girls so most of the time the loos waz empty of boiz and girls. so there we are having a few drinks messin around!! and these friends of ryans r there and were all hanging out everys having fun (well i would be surrounded with boiz lolz:D) anyway ryans and his m8 pops to the looz then a minute after i need the loo(2 many vodkas) and i go to the loo and i carnt c ryan and his m8 so i thought they must of gone out when i went in and didnt notice anyway i walk to the middle 1 (the rest looked dirty!) and its unlocked so i open the door and ryan and his m8 are there going a bit father than making out!!!!

i run out red in the face halfenbrassed half tring not to laugh my hed off and i sit with ryans other m8 and chat and the other 2 come out moements l8r and we just talk normaly as if nowt happened and ryans m8 tht want in the loos went and we waz all just sitting there all red in the face and we just start laughin our heds off:D:D:D:D


now im still best m8s with ryan and his bf/m8 greg and erm were all kwl about it but i never told him i fanced him!!!!;)]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Hot teacher!!!!]]></title>
			<link>http://www.jankdate.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=11</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 14:46:58 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ok this story is funny!!!

im at a nightclub and this hot lad (kyle) starts flirting with me and cheking me out and he LOOKS my age so of corse i thought he waz and i look older than i am. so eventaclly we started going out we made out EVERYTHING!!!!;) 

so like im at school in history (most boring leeson ever) and i look through the window and i see kyle walking down the road just a bit past school and i just ignor it even though it waz great to see him (because he had been busy) and i ask him after school what he waz he doing by ----- --- --------'s collage and he sed it waz great to see me and he doesnt want to hear about him only me! so im like ok kwl.

a week later im bk at boring school and i see him in the playground and i thougt he moved here from anouther school! so i run up to him and try to kiss him but he pushed me away then stares at me in my school uniform and i stare at himm and hes not even in uniform but in this suit.and  Everyones staring at us!:(

we both click he thought i waz 19 (i do look like it&nbsp;&nbsp;) and i thought he waz my age we both go bright red he rushes off and i run into the toilets with every1 following and i have 2 keep the doors locked to keep them out.!:P

now hes my techer and im in 6 form and  i flirt with him and everything but we dont go out ive got a different bf now accully my age! but we all laugh about it and no one thinks hes a perv and every1s kwl:cool:]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[ok this story is funny!!!

im at a nightclub and this hot lad (kyle) starts flirting with me and cheking me out and he LOOKS my age so of corse i thought he waz and i look older than i am. so eventaclly we started going out we made out EVERYTHING!!!!;) 

so like im at school in history (most boring leeson ever) and i look through the window and i see kyle walking down the road just a bit past school and i just ignor it even though it waz great to see him (because he had been busy) and i ask him after school what he waz he doing by ----- --- --------'s collage and he sed it waz great to see me and he doesnt want to hear about him only me! so im like ok kwl.

a week later im bk at boring school and i see him in the playground and i thougt he moved here from anouther school! so i run up to him and try to kiss him but he pushed me away then stares at me in my school uniform and i stare at himm and hes not even in uniform but in this suit.and  Everyones staring at us!:(

we both click he thought i waz 19 (i do look like it&nbsp;&nbsp;) and i thought he waz my age we both go bright red he rushes off and i run into the toilets with every1 following and i have 2 keep the doors locked to keep them out.!:P

now hes my techer and im in 6 form and  i flirt with him and everything but we dont go out ive got a different bf now accully my age! but we all laugh about it and no one thinks hes a perv and every1s kwl:cool:]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Internet Matchmaking: An Unlikely Success Story]]></title>
			<link>http://www.jankdate.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=10</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 07:16:08 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[She was born in the United Kingdom in the 1970s while he was born in Fairbanks, Alaska, in the 1950s. “She was a globe-trotting journalist in China, while he was a highway construction engineer in Alaska. She was a published author, an authority on chess and fluent in Russian. He was a Tourettes syndrome sufferer and fluent in profanity.” but according to a story in the Anchorage Daily News, which in 2007 highlighted the unlikely hook-up, Sarah Hurst, 34, and Jon Savage, 52, fell in love six years ago while living 4,000 miles apart.

The pair met through a worldwide Internet dating service. Sarah, in Beijing, got in touch with Jon, in Anchorage, after scrutinizing a small amount of positive particulars in his personal outline, like his interest in reading, writing and lifelong learning, his yearning to travel, his love of cooking. In the introductory communication that developed, Sarah observed that Jon didn't try to cover or exaggerate the crucial essentials of his being, “like his job with the Department of Transportation, his tests as a single dad, his four kids, his teenage son with autism,” according to the Daily News.

Friends and family had warned her about the potential pitfalls and deceptions of Internet matchmaking. But almost immediately, Sarah says, she knew that Jon was "real." Three months later -- in the summer of 2001 -- she traveled to Alaska to meet him. “Part of the attraction back then, Sarah admits now, had been her preconceptions of a strong independent man in the wilderness of Alaska. But at least half that image began to fade the first evening when she checked into ‘one of the seediest hotels in Anchorage,’ a place on Fifth Avenue with broken floorboards and a Jacuzzi in each room.”

Jon later persuaded her to stay in his home, in spite of her English mother's concern that he still might be "an ax murderer." Later she sent her mom a semi-reassuring photo. "I had a picture taken of me typing at a computer, saying, 'It's OK, Mom. It's safe.' And in the background he's holding an ax,” Sarah told the newspaper.

"She tries real hard," Jon says, "but she's not as funny as me."

The two quickly fell into a happy pattern of road trips and food fests and social outings. They became regular trivia competitors at the weekly pub quiz at Humpy's. Jon moved on to a job as construction manager for the Alaska court system. Sarah found several freelance writing and consulting jobs -- lecturing BP employees on Azerbaijan (where she lived for a year), translating books from Russian to English, and accepting a screenwriting assignment for a PBS documentary on Alaska.

 The newspaper offered the happy conclusion to the story like this: 

“This month, when they got married in a small family ceremony at a friend's house, Jon and Sarah acknowledged each other's wishes in their vows -- with certain exceptions.

“Said Jon: ‘I promise to love and cherish you, to make bean soup for you, to throw my clothes all over the floor, to play Sudoku with you and to make your life interesting till death do us part.’

“Said Sarah: ‘I promise to love and cherish you, to remind you to take your medicine, to beat you at Sudoku and pool, except on rare occasions, and to hurry up and get famous so that you can bask in the glory till death do us part.’”

I read this story in one of articles from Sam Yagan. He writes about the success in internet matchmaking through good example of a successful relationship. The free dating services sites prove to be very useful for such relationships to succeed.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[She was born in the United Kingdom in the 1970s while he was born in Fairbanks, Alaska, in the 1950s. “She was a globe-trotting journalist in China, while he was a highway construction engineer in Alaska. She was a published author, an authority on chess and fluent in Russian. He was a Tourettes syndrome sufferer and fluent in profanity.” but according to a story in the Anchorage Daily News, which in 2007 highlighted the unlikely hook-up, Sarah Hurst, 34, and Jon Savage, 52, fell in love six years ago while living 4,000 miles apart.

The pair met through a worldwide Internet dating service. Sarah, in Beijing, got in touch with Jon, in Anchorage, after scrutinizing a small amount of positive particulars in his personal outline, like his interest in reading, writing and lifelong learning, his yearning to travel, his love of cooking. In the introductory communication that developed, Sarah observed that Jon didn't try to cover or exaggerate the crucial essentials of his being, “like his job with the Department of Transportation, his tests as a single dad, his four kids, his teenage son with autism,” according to the Daily News.

Friends and family had warned her about the potential pitfalls and deceptions of Internet matchmaking. But almost immediately, Sarah says, she knew that Jon was "real." Three months later -- in the summer of 2001 -- she traveled to Alaska to meet him. “Part of the attraction back then, Sarah admits now, had been her preconceptions of a strong independent man in the wilderness of Alaska. But at least half that image began to fade the first evening when she checked into ‘one of the seediest hotels in Anchorage,’ a place on Fifth Avenue with broken floorboards and a Jacuzzi in each room.”

Jon later persuaded her to stay in his home, in spite of her English mother's concern that he still might be "an ax murderer." Later she sent her mom a semi-reassuring photo. "I had a picture taken of me typing at a computer, saying, 'It's OK, Mom. It's safe.' And in the background he's holding an ax,” Sarah told the newspaper.

"She tries real hard," Jon says, "but she's not as funny as me."

The two quickly fell into a happy pattern of road trips and food fests and social outings. They became regular trivia competitors at the weekly pub quiz at Humpy's. Jon moved on to a job as construction manager for the Alaska court system. Sarah found several freelance writing and consulting jobs -- lecturing BP employees on Azerbaijan (where she lived for a year), translating books from Russian to English, and accepting a screenwriting assignment for a PBS documentary on Alaska.

 The newspaper offered the happy conclusion to the story like this: 

“This month, when they got married in a small family ceremony at a friend's house, Jon and Sarah acknowledged each other's wishes in their vows -- with certain exceptions.

“Said Jon: ‘I promise to love and cherish you, to make bean soup for you, to throw my clothes all over the floor, to play Sudoku with you and to make your life interesting till death do us part.’

“Said Sarah: ‘I promise to love and cherish you, to remind you to take your medicine, to beat you at Sudoku and pool, except on rare occasions, and to hurry up and get famous so that you can bask in the glory till death do us part.’”

I read this story in one of articles from Sam Yagan. He writes about the success in internet matchmaking through good example of a successful relationship. The free dating services sites prove to be very useful for such relationships to succeed.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Destroyer]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 12:24:55 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ok - so this chick was crazy. Real Crazy. But it was the kind of crazy that made the relationship worth while (I wont get into details) at least for the first year or so. But none-the-less, she was crazy.  I believe she had multiple psychoses (sp?). One definitely was ADHD...she was on ritalin after all. And all though I never really knew this until AFTER we were dating, she was bisexual and would cheat on me with other girls.....uuummm some of you guys are cheering right now....but its not that great of a feeling when you dont get included and you start getting a complex that maybe your own performance was poorer than you thought and it was turning her gay. Wasnt there a seinfeld episode about this? (Thoughtful Pause)

Anyway, back to the multiple psychoses thing. Another thing I didnt know until after we were together was that she was a huge pot smoker - not a big deal - but Oh oh, one more thing I didnt know until she was an ex...she liked to cut herself on the upper forearm (not suicidal at all - just pain loving). Now that WAS a big deal to me. All just a cumulative joy.

So do I need to tell any more of the story or by now have I just fufilled all requirements as dictated by the title of this forum/category?

Well the point of this story centers around my first home purchase....the center of the American Dream...owning my own house right after college with my own yard and driveway, etc. I was proud. At the age of 23. What an accomplishment for me. And I had just graduated with my bachelors and immediately was working on my masters. I was riding high on the accomplishment ladder, until Real Crazy caused a crash worse than the 1929 stock market crash.

Real Crazy was still in college, she was a couple years younger than me and it was October of 2003. I was working fulltime, taking care of a house, and going at night for my masters. She was working part time and living at college going to school full time. Safe to say it was a busy time for both of us.

At the same time, a good friend of mine who was a couple years older than me was looking to get out from under an oppressive apartment contract/rent and looking to save money. He suggested maybe moving in with me and helping with the mortgage and the utilities. It was a great deal we both benefited from. He also was working long hours.

Out of the blue, the world flipped upside down. Real Crazy ended up on some Holier-Than-Thou quest to save a dog. I have NO CLUE where this came from - maybe the voices in her head?? And she ended up not saving any dog, she ended up saving Satan's Puppy. Yes....Satan's Puppy re-inforced with unbeliveable evil strength and will. It was a Lab/Chow mix that I hatefully called a La Choy (Yes - like the chinese soy sauce and crunchy noodles).  She named the La Choy Wrinkles...oh how cute. I want to be sick thinking about cutely named evilness.

Of course, dogs werent allowed in university housing and i had a yard for La Choy to play in and I would be a bad person if I didnt let La Choy stay at my house, not to mention a horrible boyfriend. So, being the businessman I was, I made a bad investment by giving the ultimatum (yes I thought I was in control - but it was a farce) "We will try having La Choy stay in my house 1 day while I am gone, if anything doesnt work out, I will have nothing to do with it again".

So La Choy stayed at my house on a Monday morning. I left late, 8:30am for work, making sure La Choy was all settled in and what could be dog-proofed around the house was. At 10:49am at work, I had a gut wrenching feeling. Something was wrong. Evil was unleashed. I ran to my car and sped the 8 miles to my house. I got to my house at 10:59am. As I pulled in, I felt the evil eminating from inside. 

My first clue from outside were the blinds that usually were hanging on my front large living room window. They were gone.

I rushed inside to find all out war. Unholy evil nightmare. and in the middle of the snow that was flurrying in the living room (not really snow, but actually airborne couch and carpet foam) was the La Choy sitting calmly and staring at me. Its muzzle was dripping. Its eyes were black and inky. Its paws were bloody. the house - was re-constructed.

Square footage of carpet through out the house- missing
Molding around doors and baseboard - ripped off and snapped in two
Dry wall with claw marks
Wooden front door with bloody claw marks
my buddy's couch, torn down to the frame. Just wood and cloth fragments
Air was filled with cloth, carpet, and foam particles.
Window frames and blinds, destroyed
Most debris was missing as it had been consumed

Evil had been here. I called my boss and told him I needed a couple of days off to repair what had happened in my life.

The next month of my life was a blur. I yelled and screamed at the dog. I yelled and screamed at Real Crazy. My parents came down and we tried to fix the 2,000-3,000 dollars worth of damage ourselves to save money. I had to buy what used to be a couch from my buddy to make amends. My mom's hands were covered in band aids for weeks after trying to fix all the carpeting that had gone missing. I was the subject of crazy ex and dog jokes for a long time. Even returning to work and finding dog milk bones all over my desk and chair didnt make me laugh.

I felt like a family re-building at the end of a horror movie, you know when evil has gone, and everybody trys to undo the damage and live normal lives.

I never found out what happened to La Choy. Real Crazy still occasionally sends me an email or a chat...its cordial but nothing more. I guess I should have said that in my rage I told her I never wanted to talk to her again. Maybe I shouldnt have blamed her, but it was her unrelentess manipulation that broke me in to begin with. Plus I couldnt help feeling that La Choy was an extension of her craziness. I later found out that the vet diagnosed the dog with Separation Anxiety. Separation Anxiety my ASS. I would have diagnosed this dog with needing an Exorcism. What quack thought it was Separation Anxiety?!!!!!! 

Well whatever - that seemed ages ago - when evil walked the earth and the powers of good were non-existent]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[ok - so this chick was crazy. Real Crazy. But it was the kind of crazy that made the relationship worth while (I wont get into details) at least for the first year or so. But none-the-less, she was crazy.  I believe she had multiple psychoses (sp?). One definitely was ADHD...she was on ritalin after all. And all though I never really knew this until AFTER we were dating, she was bisexual and would cheat on me with other girls.....uuummm some of you guys are cheering right now....but its not that great of a feeling when you dont get included and you start getting a complex that maybe your own performance was poorer than you thought and it was turning her gay. Wasnt there a seinfeld episode about this? (Thoughtful Pause)

Anyway, back to the multiple psychoses thing. Another thing I didnt know until after we were together was that she was a huge pot smoker - not a big deal - but Oh oh, one more thing I didnt know until she was an ex...she liked to cut herself on the upper forearm (not suicidal at all - just pain loving). Now that WAS a big deal to me. All just a cumulative joy.

So do I need to tell any more of the story or by now have I just fufilled all requirements as dictated by the title of this forum/category?

Well the point of this story centers around my first home purchase....the center of the American Dream...owning my own house right after college with my own yard and driveway, etc. I was proud. At the age of 23. What an accomplishment for me. And I had just graduated with my bachelors and immediately was working on my masters. I was riding high on the accomplishment ladder, until Real Crazy caused a crash worse than the 1929 stock market crash.

Real Crazy was still in college, she was a couple years younger than me and it was October of 2003. I was working fulltime, taking care of a house, and going at night for my masters. She was working part time and living at college going to school full time. Safe to say it was a busy time for both of us.

At the same time, a good friend of mine who was a couple years older than me was looking to get out from under an oppressive apartment contract/rent and looking to save money. He suggested maybe moving in with me and helping with the mortgage and the utilities. It was a great deal we both benefited from. He also was working long hours.

Out of the blue, the world flipped upside down. Real Crazy ended up on some Holier-Than-Thou quest to save a dog. I have NO CLUE where this came from - maybe the voices in her head?? And she ended up not saving any dog, she ended up saving Satan's Puppy. Yes....Satan's Puppy re-inforced with unbeliveable evil strength and will. It was a Lab/Chow mix that I hatefully called a La Choy (Yes - like the chinese soy sauce and crunchy noodles).  She named the La Choy Wrinkles...oh how cute. I want to be sick thinking about cutely named evilness.

Of course, dogs werent allowed in university housing and i had a yard for La Choy to play in and I would be a bad person if I didnt let La Choy stay at my house, not to mention a horrible boyfriend. So, being the businessman I was, I made a bad investment by giving the ultimatum (yes I thought I was in control - but it was a farce) "We will try having La Choy stay in my house 1 day while I am gone, if anything doesnt work out, I will have nothing to do with it again".

So La Choy stayed at my house on a Monday morning. I left late, 8:30am for work, making sure La Choy was all settled in and what could be dog-proofed around the house was. At 10:49am at work, I had a gut wrenching feeling. Something was wrong. Evil was unleashed. I ran to my car and sped the 8 miles to my house. I got to my house at 10:59am. As I pulled in, I felt the evil eminating from inside. 

My first clue from outside were the blinds that usually were hanging on my front large living room window. They were gone.

I rushed inside to find all out war. Unholy evil nightmare. and in the middle of the snow that was flurrying in the living room (not really snow, but actually airborne couch and carpet foam) was the La Choy sitting calmly and staring at me. Its muzzle was dripping. Its eyes were black and inky. Its paws were bloody. the house - was re-constructed.

Square footage of carpet through out the house- missing
Molding around doors and baseboard - ripped off and snapped in two
Dry wall with claw marks
Wooden front door with bloody claw marks
my buddy's couch, torn down to the frame. Just wood and cloth fragments
Air was filled with cloth, carpet, and foam particles.
Window frames and blinds, destroyed
Most debris was missing as it had been consumed

Evil had been here. I called my boss and told him I needed a couple of days off to repair what had happened in my life.

The next month of my life was a blur. I yelled and screamed at the dog. I yelled and screamed at Real Crazy. My parents came down and we tried to fix the 2,000-3,000 dollars worth of damage ourselves to save money. I had to buy what used to be a couch from my buddy to make amends. My mom's hands were covered in band aids for weeks after trying to fix all the carpeting that had gone missing. I was the subject of crazy ex and dog jokes for a long time. Even returning to work and finding dog milk bones all over my desk and chair didnt make me laugh.

I felt like a family re-building at the end of a horror movie, you know when evil has gone, and everybody trys to undo the damage and live normal lives.

I never found out what happened to La Choy. Real Crazy still occasionally sends me an email or a chat...its cordial but nothing more. I guess I should have said that in my rage I told her I never wanted to talk to her again. Maybe I shouldnt have blamed her, but it was her unrelentess manipulation that broke me in to begin with. Plus I couldnt help feeling that La Choy was an extension of her craziness. I later found out that the vet diagnosed the dog with Separation Anxiety. Separation Anxiety my ASS. I would have diagnosed this dog with needing an Exorcism. What quack thought it was Separation Anxiety?!!!!!! 

Well whatever - that seemed ages ago - when evil walked the earth and the powers of good were non-existent]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Online Date before Online Dating existed]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 11:19:30 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[The year was 1996.
I was riding the wave of technology at the time by signing up the year prior to one of the hottest ISPs around, AOL.

I was the ripe age of 16. I cant remember the time frame exactly, but it has to be late 1996 because I just started driving (there was no such things as permits and having to drive for x years with a licensed driver, etc, etc).

A buddy of mine Wes would always come over and hang out because his family was a down home back woods farmer family and his parents did not see the value in owning a computer much less connecting to the internet.

Back then online dating was seen as a "No Life Loser" approach to dating, but hey the AOL chat rooms were the wave of the future and were fun as hell to join and harrass people. Wes and I even found a hacker script we downloaded and modified on our own that would kick off whomever was bothering us on AOL. We felt like AOL Gods. AOL Pimps kicking off the competition and leaving a room full of ladies.

I guess that is what lead us to believe we could land the hottest chicks online and take them out to the movies (yes the movies - we were 16 after all). After much chatting and "to do" we found two ladies we had been chatting with that lived near or in our area. We started the ball rolling on what was to be the most interesting experience we would have with the internet by setting up a pick up date and movie time. Those two, and Wes and I.

Wes and I came running out into the living room where my parents were sitting and we asked for permission to take the car. My mom asked us why...and we told her about our meeting friends online to go to the movies. Mom's initial reaction was to flip out about 350 different things that could go wrong from stalkers to hookers. The whole time mom is ranting and I am strategizing around her rants, dad is laughing his ass off.

Finally - I cut mom off and was like "What!" to my dad. He was like "Sure you can go, but make sure you take my truck instead....the ramps are already in the back." I was lost. "What?". He repeated..."Make sure you take my truck, the ramps are already in the back" and he started laughing again. I was like, "But only two people can fit into the truck" (as I totally missed the point and simultaneously walked into his joke). He was like, "That wont be a problem because the two girls will have to ride in the back." I was still confused. He got to the punchline, "They are going to be like 300lbs...you'll need the truck and you'll need the ramps to roll them up into the back."

At this point Wes lost it and was cracking up. I didnt find it so funny. I was after all the best pimp on AOL. I was like whatever, can I just take the car. Mom then asked, "Why arent you just meeting them at the movies, because if the date goes south, there is no way out. You have to be with them to the end and drive them back to their house and than there is a whole situation that arises there." I was like whatever, can I just borrow the car. And she sighed and said go, have fun, and be careful. My dad just kept laughing.

Well Wes and I were pumped none-the-less and jumped into my small 1986 blue corsica and blasted our music in the drive to these girl's houses. Wes said that since I was the orchestrator of this whole situation that the first girl we picked up was mine, and the second was his. I laughingly agreed to the deal. As we pulled up to the first house and I beeped my horn, my worst fear became true (and part of me to this day thinks it was all because my dad jinx'ed it with his jokes). The girl that walked out was not only 300lbs, but had some weird sense of 1996 alternative, pre-goth style (she even had the metal lunch pail purse with band stickers all over it). I couldnt tell if that was a purse, or if she brought a spare meal for later in case she needed to be fed. Wes started crying in laughter howling that I made my choice and she was mine.

As the girl got into my small corsica in the back, she was obviously too large for the back seat. I heard a pop as she comformed to the car in order to fit and I felt the corsica lean danergously on its left wheels. She felt uncomfortably close behind me because of her size. I didnt know if it was her knees or stomach that was pushing me into the steering wheel. Conversation was awkward at best with the girl being a very nice girl, but Wes interjecting unnoticeable (to the girl, but not to me) fat jokes. Especially telling her in front of me that I loved movies and my favorite thing about it was the jumbo sized snacks. I coulda killed him!

Finally we got to the second girl's house and the story repeats itself, except this time it was my turn to laugh and make obscure jokes. Her friend was even larger and popped herself on the right side...at least evening out the corsica so I had no permenant tire damage. Although now that I think about it, my car was wheezing and crying and screaming to get up a hill :-/. Ever see a 4-banger towing 600lbs up a hill? Its like The Engine that Could.

The rest of the date was uneventful given we just sat at the movies. Of course Wes and I brainstormed during the whole movie the best way out, which to my mom's warning, there was none. I dont even remember the movie. I was like a trapped animal trying to chew off its own leg to get free. But finally we dropped them off and were as cold as possible without being rude and told them we would look for them online (we were careful not to swap phone numbers and we changed our screen names as soon as we got home).

Of course, the worst part of the date wasnt the girls, because they were nice and it wasnt that they werent hot, because they were fat...I think it was because we thought we were the shit of internet dating while my mom and dad knew from the start, like some eerie fortune tellers giving us prophecy, what the whole date was going to be like. Coming home was the worst as Wes and I walked in to see my dad staring at us...just longing to hear that he was right. I think it was 3 weeks before dad quit teasing me with fat girl jokes.

Lesson Learned: If you are going to date online - do your research...like pictures and background checks and 3 references, etc.
If you are going on a blind date, re-think going...although if you are roped into it bring a truck and some ramps...just in case and make sure to meet them somewhere instead of picking them up to avoid the whole "drop-off-should-I-kiss-good-night-or-not" akwardness.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The year was 1996.
I was riding the wave of technology at the time by signing up the year prior to one of the hottest ISPs around, AOL.

I was the ripe age of 16. I cant remember the time frame exactly, but it has to be late 1996 because I just started driving (there was no such things as permits and having to drive for x years with a licensed driver, etc, etc).

A buddy of mine Wes would always come over and hang out because his family was a down home back woods farmer family and his parents did not see the value in owning a computer much less connecting to the internet.

Back then online dating was seen as a "No Life Loser" approach to dating, but hey the AOL chat rooms were the wave of the future and were fun as hell to join and harrass people. Wes and I even found a hacker script we downloaded and modified on our own that would kick off whomever was bothering us on AOL. We felt like AOL Gods. AOL Pimps kicking off the competition and leaving a room full of ladies.

I guess that is what lead us to believe we could land the hottest chicks online and take them out to the movies (yes the movies - we were 16 after all). After much chatting and "to do" we found two ladies we had been chatting with that lived near or in our area. We started the ball rolling on what was to be the most interesting experience we would have with the internet by setting up a pick up date and movie time. Those two, and Wes and I.

Wes and I came running out into the living room where my parents were sitting and we asked for permission to take the car. My mom asked us why...and we told her about our meeting friends online to go to the movies. Mom's initial reaction was to flip out about 350 different things that could go wrong from stalkers to hookers. The whole time mom is ranting and I am strategizing around her rants, dad is laughing his ass off.

Finally - I cut mom off and was like "What!" to my dad. He was like "Sure you can go, but make sure you take my truck instead....the ramps are already in the back." I was lost. "What?". He repeated..."Make sure you take my truck, the ramps are already in the back" and he started laughing again. I was like, "But only two people can fit into the truck" (as I totally missed the point and simultaneously walked into his joke). He was like, "That wont be a problem because the two girls will have to ride in the back." I was still confused. He got to the punchline, "They are going to be like 300lbs...you'll need the truck and you'll need the ramps to roll them up into the back."

At this point Wes lost it and was cracking up. I didnt find it so funny. I was after all the best pimp on AOL. I was like whatever, can I just take the car. Mom then asked, "Why arent you just meeting them at the movies, because if the date goes south, there is no way out. You have to be with them to the end and drive them back to their house and than there is a whole situation that arises there." I was like whatever, can I just borrow the car. And she sighed and said go, have fun, and be careful. My dad just kept laughing.

Well Wes and I were pumped none-the-less and jumped into my small 1986 blue corsica and blasted our music in the drive to these girl's houses. Wes said that since I was the orchestrator of this whole situation that the first girl we picked up was mine, and the second was his. I laughingly agreed to the deal. As we pulled up to the first house and I beeped my horn, my worst fear became true (and part of me to this day thinks it was all because my dad jinx'ed it with his jokes). The girl that walked out was not only 300lbs, but had some weird sense of 1996 alternative, pre-goth style (she even had the metal lunch pail purse with band stickers all over it). I couldnt tell if that was a purse, or if she brought a spare meal for later in case she needed to be fed. Wes started crying in laughter howling that I made my choice and she was mine.

As the girl got into my small corsica in the back, she was obviously too large for the back seat. I heard a pop as she comformed to the car in order to fit and I felt the corsica lean danergously on its left wheels. She felt uncomfortably close behind me because of her size. I didnt know if it was her knees or stomach that was pushing me into the steering wheel. Conversation was awkward at best with the girl being a very nice girl, but Wes interjecting unnoticeable (to the girl, but not to me) fat jokes. Especially telling her in front of me that I loved movies and my favorite thing about it was the jumbo sized snacks. I coulda killed him!

Finally we got to the second girl's house and the story repeats itself, except this time it was my turn to laugh and make obscure jokes. Her friend was even larger and popped herself on the right side...at least evening out the corsica so I had no permenant tire damage. Although now that I think about it, my car was wheezing and crying and screaming to get up a hill :-/. Ever see a 4-banger towing 600lbs up a hill? Its like The Engine that Could.

The rest of the date was uneventful given we just sat at the movies. Of course Wes and I brainstormed during the whole movie the best way out, which to my mom's warning, there was none. I dont even remember the movie. I was like a trapped animal trying to chew off its own leg to get free. But finally we dropped them off and were as cold as possible without being rude and told them we would look for them online (we were careful not to swap phone numbers and we changed our screen names as soon as we got home).

Of course, the worst part of the date wasnt the girls, because they were nice and it wasnt that they werent hot, because they were fat...I think it was because we thought we were the shit of internet dating while my mom and dad knew from the start, like some eerie fortune tellers giving us prophecy, what the whole date was going to be like. Coming home was the worst as Wes and I walked in to see my dad staring at us...just longing to hear that he was right. I think it was 3 weeks before dad quit teasing me with fat girl jokes.

Lesson Learned: If you are going to date online - do your research...like pictures and background checks and 3 references, etc.
If you are going on a blind date, re-think going...although if you are roped into it bring a truck and some ramps...just in case and make sure to meet them somewhere instead of picking them up to avoid the whole "drop-off-should-I-kiss-good-night-or-not" akwardness.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[My brother thought this would be funny]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 11:43:08 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Well I was in College in Indiana and my brother was in the military in Florida, when he calls me and tells me that this guy, who was and officer, wants to meet me.&nbsp;&nbsp;I said "what" and he told me that he saw my picture and thought I was cute and wanted to meet me.&nbsp;&nbsp;So figuring my brother wouldn't fix me up with a loser (my first mistake) I said ok.&nbsp;&nbsp;So he calls me we talk for a couple hours, he seems nice.&nbsp;&nbsp;He said he looks like Tom Cruise, then I get the picture and thought, the makeup artist on this film is getting fired.&nbsp;&nbsp;So I was going down for Christmas and to stay a month with my brother, and I thought he seems nice so I will go out with him.&nbsp;&nbsp;
We met at my brother's house and he takes me out to the mall.&nbsp;&nbsp;On the way there he looks over at me and says "You ready"&nbsp;&nbsp;and I said "uhhhhhh what?"&nbsp;&nbsp;and he says&nbsp;&nbsp;"you ready"&nbsp;&nbsp;the blows his horn.&nbsp;&nbsp;"I got my horn fixed".&nbsp;&nbsp;By this time I am so close to the door ready to jump out.&nbsp;&nbsp;So we get home and he comes inside and stays forever, then he finally leaves.&nbsp;&nbsp;
Christmas Eve comes around and he comes over to my brothers house that evening and stays forever.&nbsp;&nbsp;My whole family was staying there, so my brother was sleeping on the pull out couch in the living room.&nbsp;&nbsp;My parents have gone to bed by now.&nbsp;&nbsp;He still just sits on the couch, my brother says&nbsp;&nbsp;"I need to be getting to bed".&nbsp;&nbsp;Still sits there.&nbsp;&nbsp;He pulls out the bed and makes it up,&nbsp;&nbsp;still sitting there.&nbsp;&nbsp;My brother goes and changes into his pajamas and Gets in bed.&nbsp;&nbsp;And finally about a half an hour later he leaves.&nbsp;&nbsp;I walk him out give him a half hug and run back to the house.&nbsp;&nbsp;
He kept buying me things trying to go out with me again,&nbsp;&nbsp;I didn't see him anymore before I went back home.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Well I was in College in Indiana and my brother was in the military in Florida, when he calls me and tells me that this guy, who was and officer, wants to meet me.&nbsp;&nbsp;I said "what" and he told me that he saw my picture and thought I was cute and wanted to meet me.&nbsp;&nbsp;So figuring my brother wouldn't fix me up with a loser (my first mistake) I said ok.&nbsp;&nbsp;So he calls me we talk for a couple hours, he seems nice.&nbsp;&nbsp;He said he looks like Tom Cruise, then I get the picture and thought, the makeup artist on this film is getting fired.&nbsp;&nbsp;So I was going down for Christmas and to stay a month with my brother, and I thought he seems nice so I will go out with him.&nbsp;&nbsp;
We met at my brother's house and he takes me out to the mall.&nbsp;&nbsp;On the way there he looks over at me and says "You ready"&nbsp;&nbsp;and I said "uhhhhhh what?"&nbsp;&nbsp;and he says&nbsp;&nbsp;"you ready"&nbsp;&nbsp;the blows his horn.&nbsp;&nbsp;"I got my horn fixed".&nbsp;&nbsp;By this time I am so close to the door ready to jump out.&nbsp;&nbsp;So we get home and he comes inside and stays forever, then he finally leaves.&nbsp;&nbsp;
Christmas Eve comes around and he comes over to my brothers house that evening and stays forever.&nbsp;&nbsp;My whole family was staying there, so my brother was sleeping on the pull out couch in the living room.&nbsp;&nbsp;My parents have gone to bed by now.&nbsp;&nbsp;He still just sits on the couch, my brother says&nbsp;&nbsp;"I need to be getting to bed".&nbsp;&nbsp;Still sits there.&nbsp;&nbsp;He pulls out the bed and makes it up,&nbsp;&nbsp;still sitting there.&nbsp;&nbsp;My brother goes and changes into his pajamas and Gets in bed.&nbsp;&nbsp;And finally about a half an hour later he leaves.&nbsp;&nbsp;I walk him out give him a half hug and run back to the house.&nbsp;&nbsp;
He kept buying me things trying to go out with me again,&nbsp;&nbsp;I didn't see him anymore before I went back home.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[No No No]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2007 16:27:32 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Ok, worst date moment ever. Hands down. 

I was out with a girl named Andrea for the first time, and towards the end of the date I could tell she was the shy type. But I thought she was cute, so leaned over and asked if I could kiss her goodnight. At which point she unbuckled her seatbelt, jumped out of the car and started running around in circles saying NO NO NO NO NO over and over again.

Keep in mind this is in the dead of winter in Ohio, and its 10 degrees outside. My car door is wide open and I'm starting to get cold. So after several minutes of trying to calm this psycho down, I think I finally have her to the point where I can leave and know that she probably won't run into a telephone pole or something while she's driving home... Needless to say I did not ask for a second date. heh]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Ok, worst date moment ever. Hands down. 

I was out with a girl named Andrea for the first time, and towards the end of the date I could tell she was the shy type. But I thought she was cute, so leaned over and asked if I could kiss her goodnight. At which point she unbuckled her seatbelt, jumped out of the car and started running around in circles saying NO NO NO NO NO over and over again.

Keep in mind this is in the dead of winter in Ohio, and its 10 degrees outside. My car door is wide open and I'm starting to get cold. So after several minutes of trying to calm this psycho down, I think I finally have her to the point where I can leave and know that she probably won't run into a telephone pole or something while she's driving home... Needless to say I did not ask for a second date. heh]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[The First Date]]></title>
			<link>http://www.jankdate.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=5</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 11:06:01 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Senior Yr in Highschool 98'... I really wasnt the ladies man in Highschool but I thought I would test the waters a little... I had a couple classes with this luvly new transfer from LA and since she cheated off my paper during tests I figured, hey the least you can do is go out on a date with me... 
So in the lunch room that day I was gonna make my move and low and behold she beat me to the punch :cool:.. 
She asked if I wanted to do something sometime... 
"Hell yeah I would!!, Not to sound to excited but every guy in the lunch room was checking her out...
She gives me her address and tells me to pick her about 7...
6:45 Im cruising down her street looking for her house... 
"Ah... there it is"
I get out, ring the door bell, and ... nothing..... 
"ok maybe she had to go somewhere, or maybe the doorbell is broke.."
7 comes... 
7 goes....&nbsp;&nbsp;
"Yeah I thought that was to good to be true...Stupid!"
I see her the next day at school and she gives me an apology and we reschedule.. Im happy again.
"now that shes sorry about standing me up I might get lucky!! party!!!"
Date time again... I go to the same little house and ring the door bell... "Son of a *****!!! where the hell is she??&nbsp;&nbsp;I cant believe shes not here again!"
Im pissed at this point... I get in my truck and decide to take the back way home... I start driving and notice that the street name continues across the intersection..
I start up the street still pissed.. I start looking at the addresses.
"ah... they start over ...What kind of a jacked up city starts the same street over somewhere else??".
I keep going and I see her waiting on the porch, I fell like an ass now..&nbsp;&nbsp;but wait.. shes on the porch with like 8 dudes smoking.. Ok now im scared... 8 dudes all in wife beaters looking like they want to hurt me..&nbsp;&nbsp;I get out... 
"Whats up yall" 
she smiles,
"one sec" 
and goes in the house... Yeah.. Im still scared..
She comes back out with her little brother and sister
"Ok, Im ready"
"What the hell? I didnt know this was gonna be a group date!?" Thats what i would have sad.. but that was in my head... cause i didnt say a gosh darn thing... 
Who brings their siblings on a date? is this a pre-punk from Kusher?&nbsp;&nbsp;Needless to say, we go to the football game, Me, a luvly luvly chick, and 2 snot nose kids.&nbsp;&nbsp;Guess who i got to sit next to the whole time.. 
"Joy..:(, I dont even like football"
We get back to her house, her bother and sister go in.
"Thanks for taking us to the game, we had fun"
"Yeah.. lets do it again sometime, maybe alone!" yeah that was in my head too. 
She got kicked out of school for something, never to be seen again, turns out she was very hood when i wasnt around, who know? Apparently she got kicked out of school in LA too. All my friends said that if they knew I was gonna go out with her they would have stopped me.. I was in danger and never knew.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Senior Yr in Highschool 98'... I really wasnt the ladies man in Highschool but I thought I would test the waters a little... I had a couple classes with this luvly new transfer from LA and since she cheated off my paper during tests I figured, hey the least you can do is go out on a date with me... 
So in the lunch room that day I was gonna make my move and low and behold she beat me to the punch :cool:.. 
She asked if I wanted to do something sometime... 
"Hell yeah I would!!, Not to sound to excited but every guy in the lunch room was checking her out...
She gives me her address and tells me to pick her about 7...
6:45 Im cruising down her street looking for her house... 
"Ah... there it is"
I get out, ring the door bell, and ... nothing..... 
"ok maybe she had to go somewhere, or maybe the doorbell is broke.."
7 comes... 
7 goes....&nbsp;&nbsp;
"Yeah I thought that was to good to be true...Stupid!"
I see her the next day at school and she gives me an apology and we reschedule.. Im happy again.
"now that shes sorry about standing me up I might get lucky!! party!!!"
Date time again... I go to the same little house and ring the door bell... "Son of a *****!!! where the hell is she??&nbsp;&nbsp;I cant believe shes not here again!"
Im pissed at this point... I get in my truck and decide to take the back way home... I start driving and notice that the street name continues across the intersection..
I start up the street still pissed.. I start looking at the addresses.
"ah... they start over ...What kind of a jacked up city starts the same street over somewhere else??".
I keep going and I see her waiting on the porch, I fell like an ass now..&nbsp;&nbsp;but wait.. shes on the porch with like 8 dudes smoking.. Ok now im scared... 8 dudes all in wife beaters looking like they want to hurt me..&nbsp;&nbsp;I get out... 
"Whats up yall" 
she smiles,
"one sec" 
and goes in the house... Yeah.. Im still scared..
She comes back out with her little brother and sister
"Ok, Im ready"
"What the hell? I didnt know this was gonna be a group date!?" Thats what i would have sad.. but that was in my head... cause i didnt say a gosh darn thing... 
Who brings their siblings on a date? is this a pre-punk from Kusher?&nbsp;&nbsp;Needless to say, we go to the football game, Me, a luvly luvly chick, and 2 snot nose kids.&nbsp;&nbsp;Guess who i got to sit next to the whole time.. 
"Joy..:(, I dont even like football"
We get back to her house, her bother and sister go in.
"Thanks for taking us to the game, we had fun"
"Yeah.. lets do it again sometime, maybe alone!" yeah that was in my head too. 
She got kicked out of school for something, never to be seen again, turns out she was very hood when i wasnt around, who know? Apparently she got kicked out of school in LA too. All my friends said that if they knew I was gonna go out with her they would have stopped me.. I was in danger and never knew.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Fat Ex]]></title>
			<link>http://www.jankdate.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=4</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 08:09:44 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[How gratifying is it to run into an ex-girlfriend years after you've date and she's put on 40 lbs?&nbsp;&nbsp;Even better when you look better than you did when&nbsp;&nbsp;you dated!&nbsp;&nbsp;

This happened to me recently.&nbsp;&nbsp;A few weeks ago, I ran into a girl I had dated about 8 or 9 years ago.&nbsp;&nbsp;Now, what made this girl attractive at the time was her body. Great body.&nbsp;&nbsp;But when you add 40 -50 lbs on a small frame, it ain't pretty. My first thought was "Damn" followed by "WTF was I thinking?"&nbsp;&nbsp;I almost felt bad for her.&nbsp;&nbsp; Then I remembered - at least I don't have to go home to that everyday. Harsh, you say? Maybe.&nbsp;&nbsp;But I know you're thinking it too....

I guess gratifying may not be the best term for what I felt. I think relief is more like it.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[How gratifying is it to run into an ex-girlfriend years after you've date and she's put on 40 lbs?&nbsp;&nbsp;Even better when you look better than you did when&nbsp;&nbsp;you dated!&nbsp;&nbsp;

This happened to me recently.&nbsp;&nbsp;A few weeks ago, I ran into a girl I had dated about 8 or 9 years ago.&nbsp;&nbsp;Now, what made this girl attractive at the time was her body. Great body.&nbsp;&nbsp;But when you add 40 -50 lbs on a small frame, it ain't pretty. My first thought was "Damn" followed by "WTF was I thinking?"&nbsp;&nbsp;I almost felt bad for her.&nbsp;&nbsp; Then I remembered - at least I don't have to go home to that everyday. Harsh, you say? Maybe.&nbsp;&nbsp;But I know you're thinking it too....

I guess gratifying may not be the best term for what I felt. I think relief is more like it.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Friend of a friend]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 20:47:19 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[I met this guy at a Christmas party I was dragged to by a friend. He was over the top flirtatious, but I played along, I hadn't been on a date in a couple of months & the attention was nice. When we bumped into each other a week later, it seemed okay to give him my number. After all, he's a friend of a friend, right? 
Giving him my number, big mistake - huge even. He started calling the following day. He called 4 times before I finally called him back. That started a trend I wanted no part of. He called 3 - 4 times a day for the next week, each time asking me out. I finally ran out of excuses & against my better judgement, agreed to go out with him. 
I thought it would be a good idea to meet him at a friend's house for a football party. I gave him directions & hung up. 
Twenty mins later he calls me back. "Um, I'm not very good at directions, so I don't think I'm gonna be able to find this house. Can I just go to your house & we can ride together?" Interesting ploy I thought, no has ever tried that one before. "But if you aren't good with directions, what makes you think you'll be able to find my house?" "Oh, I've already Googled it, and I know right where it is." Okay that's a bit freaky & stalkerish. "Um, how'd you know my address?" "Oh, I did a reverse search on your phone number & got it that way." Why did I not pay for an unlisted number?!? "Um, okay, well, kick off is at 4:30, so you'll need to pick me up no later than 4pm." "Okay, no problem" 
By 4:45, I was livid. When he finally pulled up, I watched him pull into my driveway, back out, and then park 3 houses away. WTH? Am I really this desperate for a date? Is it too late to call off sick? He finally gets to the door & I let him in, but only because I have a very large dog and he already told me he was terrified of dogs. He walks in, looks around my house and says, "Great place. I can so see all of my things fitting in nicely here." I'm thinking dude, you aren't even gonna get a second date, let alone a chance to move your things in. "Um we're late, lets go." "Can you drive? My car isn't very clean." UGH!! How much worse can this get? "Yes, lets go".
Finally we got back to my house, after an embarrassing time at the party - he was so obnoxious it would take too long to go into the details, I pulled my car in the garage & led him through the house to the front door, which I quickly opened. "Well, that was interesting" "Yeah, it was fun." I didn't say it was fun. "Can I kiss you good night?" Are you fricken kidding me? Kiss me, you aren't getting within two feet of me. "Oh, no! I don't kiss on the first date." "Oh, well that's fine. I understand. I know how to be a gentleman, unless of course, you don't want me to be a gentleman." "Trust me, in this lifetime, I'll never ask you to be ungentlemanly around me. Bye - Bye!!"]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[I met this guy at a Christmas party I was dragged to by a friend. He was over the top flirtatious, but I played along, I hadn't been on a date in a couple of months & the attention was nice. When we bumped into each other a week later, it seemed okay to give him my number. After all, he's a friend of a friend, right? 
Giving him my number, big mistake - huge even. He started calling the following day. He called 4 times before I finally called him back. That started a trend I wanted no part of. He called 3 - 4 times a day for the next week, each time asking me out. I finally ran out of excuses & against my better judgement, agreed to go out with him. 
I thought it would be a good idea to meet him at a friend's house for a football party. I gave him directions & hung up. 
Twenty mins later he calls me back. "Um, I'm not very good at directions, so I don't think I'm gonna be able to find this house. Can I just go to your house & we can ride together?" Interesting ploy I thought, no has ever tried that one before. "But if you aren't good with directions, what makes you think you'll be able to find my house?" "Oh, I've already Googled it, and I know right where it is." Okay that's a bit freaky & stalkerish. "Um, how'd you know my address?" "Oh, I did a reverse search on your phone number & got it that way." Why did I not pay for an unlisted number?!? "Um, okay, well, kick off is at 4:30, so you'll need to pick me up no later than 4pm." "Okay, no problem" 
By 4:45, I was livid. When he finally pulled up, I watched him pull into my driveway, back out, and then park 3 houses away. WTH? Am I really this desperate for a date? Is it too late to call off sick? He finally gets to the door & I let him in, but only because I have a very large dog and he already told me he was terrified of dogs. He walks in, looks around my house and says, "Great place. I can so see all of my things fitting in nicely here." I'm thinking dude, you aren't even gonna get a second date, let alone a chance to move your things in. "Um we're late, lets go." "Can you drive? My car isn't very clean." UGH!! How much worse can this get? "Yes, lets go".
Finally we got back to my house, after an embarrassing time at the party - he was so obnoxious it would take too long to go into the details, I pulled my car in the garage & led him through the house to the front door, which I quickly opened. "Well, that was interesting" "Yeah, it was fun." I didn't say it was fun. "Can I kiss you good night?" Are you fricken kidding me? Kiss me, you aren't getting within two feet of me. "Oh, no! I don't kiss on the first date." "Oh, well that's fine. I understand. I know how to be a gentleman, unless of course, you don't want me to be a gentleman." "Trust me, in this lifetime, I'll never ask you to be ungentlemanly around me. Bye - Bye!!"]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[My friend finds me the perfect match...]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 22:40:45 -0400</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[My friend James had been telling me about his wife's best friend for a couple weeks and how she'd be "perfect" for me. I don't like being set up so I continued to decline his offers of her eMail address. A couple days after he eMailed it to me and I didn't use it, I got an eMail from her.

Her eMail seemed very personable and agreeable. She attached an attractive picture of herself. After about a day I replied and we spent about a week eMailing back and forth, and then started chatting every couple days. We seemed to have several things in common, including my current habit at the time, hitting the gym about 4 or 5 times a week. She said she was very health conscious, and at the time, so was I, so I thought it might even be nice to have someone to go to the gym with.

After we'd been chatting for a couple weeks I mentioned (while chatting) that I was logging off and she asked where I was going. I told her I needed to go to B&N to buy a book I needed for a project I was working on. She said she only lived about 2 minutes from there and asked if I wanted to meet for coffee. "Sure," I said, "Why not?"

I said I would wait for her in front of the store, so I did. It took me 10 minutes to get there, so I expected her to be there already, since she lived 2 minutes away. 20 minutes after I got there a 320 pound woman walked up to me sucking on a cigarette like it was the last bottle of Avian in the middle of the dessert. 

"You, Tim?!"

"Uh...yeah?" I said it like a question.

"Hey! Let's go!"

I opened the front door for her and she said, "No. Walk around. I don't wanna put out my cigarette." 

She walked around to the side and then very awkwardly put one leg over the low wall around the outside cafe area. She struggled with this for a minute, and then I picked my chin up off the floor, stepped over, pulled a chair up for her to put a foot on and she finally struggled over the railing. I was too stunned to do anything but watch in horror.

We sat at a table and I had no idea what to say to her so I asked, "When was the picture you sent me taken?

"Highschool." She'd already told me she's 31. Then she said, "I want a lite something-or-other with no foam." She said this while lighting a new cigarette with the one that had burned down to the filter.

So I guess I'm buying? At this point I wanted to go inside as though I was buying coffees and just walk straight out the front door. But this was the best friend of my, until 5 minutes earlier, good friend’s wife. So I decide to suck it up and deal. I bought coffees and went back out.

She took the lid off and snapped, “I SAID lite foam!” then she spent about 15 minutes ripping every other guy she's dated to shreds, then I asked, "So you're an administrative assistant?" to change the subject. She had told me this in a chat. "You work in town?" 

"No, I'm in between jobs."

"Didn't you say you were an administ..."

"Yeah, when I find a job!"

"Oh." Interesting. "So why'd you quit." Insert benefit of the doubt here.

"I didn't. They let me go." Lit another cigarette with the one burning out.

"Why'zat?"

"They said I was mean to customers. Which it total bull****!"

"I can imagine. So have you interviewed anywhere?" 

"I'm putting out feelers."

"Awesome!" Long awkward silence. "So, what'd you major in at FSU?" She told me she went there in a chat after I told her I went there for a semester and it was my favorite football team.

"I didn't go to college."

"But you said you went to FSU..."

"I said I THOUGHT ABOUT IT! That’s where I would have gone if I HAD gone."

K. I'm done. "Well, I'm gonna go ahead and take off. I've got stuff to...you know..." get away from you about.

"Yeah, I need you to give me a ride home."

"Uh...how'd you get here?" I can’t even imagine the look on my face.

"My car won't start."

I laughed. "How do you know, if you haven't tried to leave yet?"

"There's something wrong with it. I tried to start it again after I parked."

"Riiiiight. Let's go start your car."

"It won't start. Trust me."

We started walking to her car and I looked around to see if she was hiding the distributor cap in a fold of fat. Which reminds me. "So you said you like to work out, huh?" I’m sure it sounded as snide as I meant it.

"I said I NEED to work out!" Looks at me mean.

Agreed! "No, I'm pretty sure you said you work out. You said you go to Gold's."

She stops and points at me. "I SAID I NEED TO WORK OUT AND THAT's WHERE I'D GO IF I GOT AROUND TO IT!"

I smiled REAL big, trying not to laugh at her. I was Wondering, by then, if I really care about offending James. "So...uh...how you gonna get home if you keep talking to me like that?"

"Sorry. I'm just sensitive about my weight. A lot of people hate me because I'm heavy."

I'm sure it has nothing to do with your horrible attitude and grating personality.

Her car actually wouldn't start. Nothing seemed wrong under the hood, but I banged on crap while praying just to make sure. Reluctantly, I agreed to give her a ride home, pretty sure I'm okay with James hating me if I stranded her there. She gave me directions as I was driving. And then…

She grabbed her head and started moaning. I ignored her obvious cries for sympathy. It continued and finally she gave up trying to get me to ask and blurted out, "My head is killing."

Well, it ain't doin' a whole lot for me either, there, sista! Knowhatuhmean? So I’m trying not to look at you.

After about 5 miles I realized it's NOT 2 minutes away. She said, "So what time are you taking me to get my car tomorrow. I don't get up until about 2:00."

I cracked up at this. I mean I lost it. "I am NOT taking you to get your car. I'm giving you a ride home. That’s it."

"Well, how am I going to get my car?"

I wanted to say, this sounds like a Y.P. (your problem) but I made up an excuse instead. "I'm going out of town tomorrow to see my friend Greg." I called him after all this to ask if I could come up and watch football at his place, so I could unmake it a lie. 

"What time are you getting back?"

"Late."

"Well, I'm up late."

"I might never come back. I'm not taking you to get your car. Get one of your friends to take you."

She didn't have to say the next part. "I don't have any friends."

"James' wife? James?"

"Well."

"I'm seriously NOT taking you to get your car."

After about 20 miles we got to her apartment. I lied and say it was nice meeting her. She exhaled sharply and just looked at me. "What?!" I said.

"Aren't you coming in?"

Hysterical laughter from my side of the car. "Not a chance."

She looked mad and grabbed her head. "I was going to get you to rub my head."

"Is that some kind of euphemism?"

Her feet hadn't even touched the ground before I was back on the main road flooring it back home. It was like a Bugs Bunny cartoon, her hanging in midair and my car producing impossible speeds while winding around some ridiculously curvy road with giant plumes of smoke exaggerating out the back of truck.

The next morning I stopped James on the way in the door and said, "Why do you hate me?"

He started laughing. He then told me she's been hanging around his wife all the time and won't leave them alone. They thought if they fixed her up with someone she'd get out of their lives. Her nickname around their house was "your best friend." 

Man, I hate that guy!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[My friend James had been telling me about his wife's best friend for a couple weeks and how she'd be "perfect" for me. I don't like being set up so I continued to decline his offers of her eMail address. A couple days after he eMailed it to me and I didn't use it, I got an eMail from her.

Her eMail seemed very personable and agreeable. She attached an attractive picture of herself. After about a day I replied and we spent about a week eMailing back and forth, and then started chatting every couple days. We seemed to have several things in common, including my current habit at the time, hitting the gym about 4 or 5 times a week. She said she was very health conscious, and at the time, so was I, so I thought it might even be nice to have someone to go to the gym with.

After we'd been chatting for a couple weeks I mentioned (while chatting) that I was logging off and she asked where I was going. I told her I needed to go to B&N to buy a book I needed for a project I was working on. She said she only lived about 2 minutes from there and asked if I wanted to meet for coffee. "Sure," I said, "Why not?"

I said I would wait for her in front of the store, so I did. It took me 10 minutes to get there, so I expected her to be there already, since she lived 2 minutes away. 20 minutes after I got there a 320 pound woman walked up to me sucking on a cigarette like it was the last bottle of Avian in the middle of the dessert. 

"You, Tim?!"

"Uh...yeah?" I said it like a question.

"Hey! Let's go!"

I opened the front door for her and she said, "No. Walk around. I don't wanna put out my cigarette." 

She walked around to the side and then very awkwardly put one leg over the low wall around the outside cafe area. She struggled with this for a minute, and then I picked my chin up off the floor, stepped over, pulled a chair up for her to put a foot on and she finally struggled over the railing. I was too stunned to do anything but watch in horror.

We sat at a table and I had no idea what to say to her so I asked, "When was the picture you sent me taken?

"Highschool." She'd already told me she's 31. Then she said, "I want a lite something-or-other with no foam." She said this while lighting a new cigarette with the one that had burned down to the filter.

So I guess I'm buying? At this point I wanted to go inside as though I was buying coffees and just walk straight out the front door. But this was the best friend of my, until 5 minutes earlier, good friend’s wife. So I decide to suck it up and deal. I bought coffees and went back out.

She took the lid off and snapped, “I SAID lite foam!” then she spent about 15 minutes ripping every other guy she's dated to shreds, then I asked, "So you're an administrative assistant?" to change the subject. She had told me this in a chat. "You work in town?" 

"No, I'm in between jobs."

"Didn't you say you were an administ..."

"Yeah, when I find a job!"

"Oh." Interesting. "So why'd you quit." Insert benefit of the doubt here.

"I didn't. They let me go." Lit another cigarette with the one burning out.

"Why'zat?"

"They said I was mean to customers. Which it total bull****!"

"I can imagine. So have you interviewed anywhere?" 

"I'm putting out feelers."

"Awesome!" Long awkward silence. "So, what'd you major in at FSU?" She told me she went there in a chat after I told her I went there for a semester and it was my favorite football team.

"I didn't go to college."

"But you said you went to FSU..."

"I said I THOUGHT ABOUT IT! That’s where I would have gone if I HAD gone."

K. I'm done. "Well, I'm gonna go ahead and take off. I've got stuff to...you know..." get away from you about.

"Yeah, I need you to give me a ride home."

"Uh...how'd you get here?" I can’t even imagine the look on my face.

"My car won't start."

I laughed. "How do you know, if you haven't tried to leave yet?"

"There's something wrong with it. I tried to start it again after I parked."

"Riiiiight. Let's go start your car."

"It won't start. Trust me."

We started walking to her car and I looked around to see if she was hiding the distributor cap in a fold of fat. Which reminds me. "So you said you like to work out, huh?" I’m sure it sounded as snide as I meant it.

"I said I NEED to work out!" Looks at me mean.

Agreed! "No, I'm pretty sure you said you work out. You said you go to Gold's."

She stops and points at me. "I SAID I NEED TO WORK OUT AND THAT's WHERE I'D GO IF I GOT AROUND TO IT!"

I smiled REAL big, trying not to laugh at her. I was Wondering, by then, if I really care about offending James. "So...uh...how you gonna get home if you keep talking to me like that?"

"Sorry. I'm just sensitive about my weight. A lot of people hate me because I'm heavy."

I'm sure it has nothing to do with your horrible attitude and grating personality.

Her car actually wouldn't start. Nothing seemed wrong under the hood, but I banged on crap while praying just to make sure. Reluctantly, I agreed to give her a ride home, pretty sure I'm okay with James hating me if I stranded her there. She gave me directions as I was driving. And then…

She grabbed her head and started moaning. I ignored her obvious cries for sympathy. It continued and finally she gave up trying to get me to ask and blurted out, "My head is killing."

Well, it ain't doin' a whole lot for me either, there, sista! Knowhatuhmean? So I’m trying not to look at you.

After about 5 miles I realized it's NOT 2 minutes away. She said, "So what time are you taking me to get my car tomorrow. I don't get up until about 2:00."

I cracked up at this. I mean I lost it. "I am NOT taking you to get your car. I'm giving you a ride home. That’s it."

"Well, how am I going to get my car?"

I wanted to say, this sounds like a Y.P. (your problem) but I made up an excuse instead. "I'm going out of town tomorrow to see my friend Greg." I called him after all this to ask if I could come up and watch football at his place, so I could unmake it a lie. 

"What time are you getting back?"

"Late."

"Well, I'm up late."

"I might never come back. I'm not taking you to get your car. Get one of your friends to take you."

She didn't have to say the next part. "I don't have any friends."

"James' wife? James?"

"Well."

"I'm seriously NOT taking you to get your car."

After about 20 miles we got to her apartment. I lied and say it was nice meeting her. She exhaled sharply and just looked at me. "What?!" I said.

"Aren't you coming in?"

Hysterical laughter from my side of the car. "Not a chance."

She looked mad and grabbed her head. "I was going to get you to rub my head."

"Is that some kind of euphemism?"

Her feet hadn't even touched the ground before I was back on the main road flooring it back home. It was like a Bugs Bunny cartoon, her hanging in midair and my car producing impossible speeds while winding around some ridiculously curvy road with giant plumes of smoke exaggerating out the back of truck.

The next morning I stopped James on the way in the door and said, "Why do you hate me?"

He started laughing. He then told me she's been hanging around his wife all the time and won't leave them alone. They thought if they fixed her up with someone she'd get out of their lives. Her nickname around their house was "your best friend." 

Man, I hate that guy!]]></content:encoded>
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