Ah, the joys of internet dates
I met this girl online (ICQ, mind you) and we decided to go to the movies for the first date.

That episode taught me to never trust anyone who doesn't share personal pictures. It was the early years of internet, so who could tell?

Because she was not at all visually pleasing. Not at all. Anyway, we went to the movie. Then, the second mistake was made: we watched fucking Pearl Harbor.

So, I was watching a three hour long brain fuck with Susan Boyle's rejected daughter and could not get away with it, so maybe we could at least make out, taking advantage of dark lights, if anything to at least avoid watching that goddamn movie.

My experience tells me that uglier chicks are more receptible to carnal contact due to desperation. And I found one fucking exception to that rule. Despite all the interest she showed to me previously, she would not even let me take her hand.

Everything was screwed up by halfway the movie. The last 2 hours were too goddamn torturing and awkward. I never watched that movie again (and never dated her again as well).
(Monocromatico Lady Godiva's horse, Fri 18 Oct 2013, 13:41, 2 replies)

Basically, she was bang up for it until she actually met you.
Gutted.
( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Fri 18 Oct 2013, 13:58, closed)

Pretty good until you mentioned the possibility that Subo
coulda got knocked up.
Too far man.
( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Fri 18 Oct 2013, 14:04, closed)