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Not a dating story but funny
I was once a welder. One of my coworkers was into fantasy stuff and cooked up an idea to make a large dragon sculpture made from drink cans and take it to a regional convention for anime/fantasy/scifi fans. I and a few other guys agreed. After a few weeks of downing beers and sodas we had finished the dragon, rented a flatbed, and moved it to the convention. We ended up winning the contest I was unaware we had been entered in, and were given VIP passes for the remainder of the convention. The convention hall was joined to a large fancy hotel. The showroom had closed so I went to the hotel bar and paid far too much for watered down golden grain. As I wandered around looking for something interesting to do and came across a piano.
I sat there playing for a good bit, impressing a few passersby, taking a few requests, that sort of thing. Some woman comes up near me to ask if she can film, I say "only if you play with me... wait... I didn't mean it like that" she giggled and said she didn't know how. I said I would show her and did so, teaching her 3 chords. Her friend comes up and says they need to be going, as she begins to walk away she calls out "We'll be in room 5__2" I couldn't make out fully what room she said and at the time didn't really care. I began to care when a friend explained to me that as I played with her, she looked towards her friends, pointed at me then gestured a pelvic thrust a few times. She suddenly became interesting to me.
The evening went on. I stopped at the guitar hero battle of the bands, got more drunk with a Borat cosplayer, had a very heated altercation with a bathroom door, and was informed room parties were happening. I did not know what a room party was but was informed they are like stag parties, but for nerds. I remembered the pelvic thrust lady and decided I wanted to find her room. I asked a worker where the rooms staring with 5 and ending with 2 were, she directed me to the elevators and off I went. After trying the first 3 and with a few more to go, I noticed the next door was slightly open. I rationalized "maybe it didn't end with 2, maybe I misheard" and opened the door. I walked in and it was dim. Within a few steps I was greeted by the sight of a very fat women on a bed in what looked like a toga with a few people around her in different costumes smacking at her body with what appeared to be tentacles on sticks. I audibly gasped at the hilarity before me and was met with someone screeching "GET THE FUCK OUT!" before being bumrushed but most of them and shoved out the door. I fell backward and bonked my head on the wall.
People from the surrounding rooms came out to see what the commotion was, one of which was the lady from earlier. We did not have sex that night, but we did eventually.
 
Crankenstein said:
Not a dating story but funny
I was once a welder. One of my coworkers was into fantasy stuff and cooked up an idea to make a large dragon sculpture made from drink cans and take it to a regional convention for anime/fantasy/scifi fans. I and a few other guys agreed. After a few weeks of downing beers and sodas we had finished the dragon, rented a flatbed, and moved it to the convention. We ended up winning the contest I was unaware we had been entered in, and were given VIP passes for the remainder of the convention. The convention hall was joined to a large fancy hotel. The showroom had closed so I went to the hotel bar and paid far too much for watered down golden grain. As I wandered around looking for something interesting to do and came across a piano.
I sat there playing for a good bit, impressing a few passersby, taking a few requests, that sort of thing. Some woman comes up near me to ask if she can film, I say "only if you play with me... wait... I didn't mean it like that" she giggled and said she didn't know how. I said I would show her and did so, teaching her 3 chords. Her friend comes up and says they need to be going, as she begins to walk away she calls out "We'll be in room 5__2" I couldn't make out fully what room she said and at the time didn't really care. I began to care when a friend explained to me that as I played with her, she looked towards her friends, pointed at me then gestured a pelvic thrust a few times. She suddenly became interesting to me.
The evening went on. I stopped at the guitar hero battle of the bands, got more drunk with a Borat cosplayer, had a very heated altercation with a bathroom door, and was informed room parties were happening. I did not know what a room party was but was informed they are like stag parties, but for nerds. I remembered the pelvic thrust lady and decided I wanted to find her room. I asked a worker where the rooms staring with 5 and ending with 2 were, she directed me to the elevators and off I went. After trying the first 3 and with a few more to go, I noticed the next door was slightly open. I rationalized "maybe it didn't end with 2, maybe I misheard" and opened the door. I walked in and it was dim. Within a few steps I was greeted by the sight of a very fat women on a bed in what looked like a toga with a few people around her in different costumes smacking at her body with what appeared to be tentacles on sticks. I audibly gasped at the hilarity before me and was met with someone screeching "GET THE FUCK OUT!" before being bumrushed but most of them and shoved out the door. I fell backward and bonked my head on the wall.
People from the surrounding rooms came out to see what the commotion was, one of which was the lady from earlier. We did not have sex that night, but we did eventually.
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you're a madlad holy shit
 
May as well share my HS emo boy drama from a decade and a half ago. But first let me set the right mood.

I was really into this school friend of mine, but her older sister was sending out the signals so I started dating her. Things had been going great. Was my 3rd GF ever. But I started feeling really guilty as one does fucking someone else one room over from a bad crush, and at a movie midnight screening I confessed my feelings to the one I'd been crushing on and imploded both relationships in one fell swoop. 9/11'd that shit, lost both at the same time!

Was a really awkward drive to drop them off at their place.
 
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Fuck it, Islam time. I don’t even know if this counts as a date, but I don’t think much on this thread does anymore.
So, one night I unexpectedly got off work an hour or so early due to some management nonsense. I decided to send a message to this guy who I was chatting up online, but never actually met. Turns out he was free and ready, so I make my way down to his place.
First, I got the house number wrong. I almost knocked on some random persons door at 10:30 at night before I double checked, because the description of the house didn’t match up.
After jogging my dumb ass down to the right place, the door is open and the lights are all off. This is when I start to think this will be a weird night. Then this outline of a chubby person in a maid outfit appeared. This is when I knew this was going to be a weird night.
And, then the outline spoke. In a voice like Al Pachino’s Scarface trying to sound like an anime girl, he said, “Hey man, glad you made it. Call me Isabella.” He then sat me on the smallest ottoman in the world, keep in mind it’s still very dark, and then we did what you would expect.
It was not exactly great, but by God did Isabella try.
As far as I’m concerned, I got a story out of it and that’s a win.
 
CivilianOfTheFandomWars said:
Fuck it, Islam time. I don’t even know if this counts as a date, but I don’t think much on this thread does anymore.
So, one night I unexpectedly got off work an hour or so early due to some management nonsense. I decided to send a message to this guy who I was chatting up online, but never actually met. Turns out he was free and ready, so I make my way down to his place.
First, I got the house number wrong. I almost knocked on some random persons door at 10:30 at night before I double checked, because the description of the house didn’t match up.
After jogging my dumb ass down to the right place, the door is open and the lights are all off. This is when I start to think this will be a weird night. Then this outline of a chubby person in a maid outfit appeared. This is when I knew this was going to be a weird night.
And, then the outline spoke. In a voice like Al Pachino’s Scarface trying to sound like an anime girl, he said, “Hey man, glad you made it. Call me Isabella.” He then sat me on the smallest ottoman in the world, keep in mind it’s still very dark, and then we did what you would expect.
It was not exactly great, but by God did Isabella try.
As far as I’m concerned, I got a story out of it and that’s a win.
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pics or it didn't happen
 
CivilianOfTheFandomWars said:
Fuck it, Islam time. I don’t even know if this counts as a date, but I don’t think much on this thread does anymore.
So, one night I unexpectedly got off work an hour or so early due to some management nonsense. I decided to send a message to this guy who I was chatting up online, but never actually met. Turns out he was free and ready, so I make my way down to his place.
First, I got the house number wrong. I almost knocked on some random persons door at 10:30 at night before I double checked, because the description of the house didn’t match up.
After jogging my dumb ass down to the right place, the door is open and the lights are all off. This is when I start to think this will be a weird night. Then this outline of a chubby person in a maid outfit appeared. This is when I knew this was going to be a weird night.
And, then the outline spoke. In a voice like Al Pachino’s Scarface trying to sound like an anime girl, he said, “Hey man, glad you made it. Call me Isabella.” He then sat me on the smallest ottoman in the world, keep in mind it’s still very dark, and then we did what you would expect.
It was not exactly great, but by God did Isabella try.
As far as I’m concerned, I got a story out of it and that’s a win.
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Wait, are you a gay?
 
Melktert said:
pics or it didn't happen
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I’m not sharing pics of them, that would be rude.
But here’s the chats, so you can see my Chadness at play.
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Oh yeah, also turns out they were housesitting.
Crankenstein said:
Wait, are you a gay?
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Yeah, sure.
 
Here's a short one, my friend was afraid to go alone on his first date of his life so I agreed and his lady brought along a friend as well, awkwardly it looked like a double date, me and the other guy played it off and just went with it, me and him had a great time, my friend and his date said almost nothing.

Me and the other guy have a great time, we had to have gabbed the whole time, at the end he asked me "You aren't gay are you?" "How could ya tell?" We both laughed as it was kinda obvious.

The girl didn't like my friend that much, a shame. But I had fun, what a great guy.
 
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