Meeting people from the internetMonty Boyce asks: Have you ever had a real-life meet with somebody you first knew from the internet? How did it go? How long until the Asbo expires?
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mark morrisons prison shoes I love Willie, Sun 23 Oct 2011, 22:31,
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I chose the picture of the car I wanted to hire on the internet and then I met it in real life at the airport.I guess it's a bit like internet dating but instead of a woman it was a car.
Also I didn't have sex with the car.
(, Sun 23 Oct 2011, 21:28, 14 replies)
Once printed out a picture of a Honda accord and snorted itIf that counts?
(, Sun 23 Oct 2011, 20:39, 1 reply)
Get paid for doing internet dating!Get a job at a prison or mental asylum. You'll meet the same people.
(, Sun 23 Oct 2011, 17:37, 1 reply)
At the request of MatJThe scene: LEGLESS and VARIOUS QOTW REGULARS and BALDMONKEY are in a pub.
LEGLESS:Cheers
*glasses clinking'
LEGLESS:No wait I haven't finished
*pause*
LEGLESS:So, anyway, cheers.
*glasses clink*
LEGLESS:NOT YET
*pause*
LEGLESS:So, anyway, I'd just like to say 'cheers'.
*glasses clink*
LEGLESS: What I was trying to say in my toast was 'cheers'
*BALDMONKEY raises his glass very slightly*
LEGLESS: THAT'S IT I'M LEAVING NOW, THIS EVENT HAS CLEARLY BEEN INFILTRATED BY /TALK TROLLS.
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Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Sun 23 Oct 2011, 17:21,
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has nobody mentioned...www.adultfriendfinder.co.uk ?
Not gone down that road myself but a very good mate used to regularly get his weasel greased by utilising that particular site....
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Sallyrsm, Sun 23 Oct 2011, 14:36,
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I metTourettes, DG, Big girls' blouse and a lovely lady who made bespoke knickers whose name I forget at a bash in Edinburgh a couple of years back, and they were all delightful. Which doesn't really make for a great anecdote, but that's as far as my experiences stretch in that direction.
My sweet flatmate, however, recently set off for a blind date with someone she'd been talking to on plentyoffish and ended up back an hour later, traumatised and giggling. He hadn't supplied a picture (like I said, she's a very sweet girl) and when she arrived at the coffee house, she realised it was someone she had known fairly well at school. And yes, he had known it was her. We've been double-locking the doors since.
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meeting people off the internet is not without dangersI appear to be the only b3tan who's Mrs hasn't been shagged by SexFace.
as fas as I know.
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Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Sun 23 Oct 2011, 13:14,
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I met the man who is the car mechanic for the bloke who sold the bloke who does Strongbad his first bicycle.(, Sun 23 Oct 2011, 8:01, 2 replies)
I don't think this is quite right...but just for kicks, I plugged my zip code into the "Meet Girls in your Area" site that pops ads on a porn site I peruse. And lo! There was a pic of my ex-wife, only she'd apparently changed her name to 'MeGoBiBi'. That was 8 years ago...
(, Sun 23 Oct 2011, 4:13, 11 replies)
Things snowball – pun intendedSo I post on a couple of forums about winter sports in Bulgaria. The chat is usually about the three main resorts out there, Bansko, Borovets and Pamporovo and is fairly mundane … “what ski boots should I buy”; “do I need a photo for my lift pass”; “are there cash machines” and over the past few seasons, “is there any bloody snow?”. But a few years back, attention turned to the socio-economic condition of the country itself and sort of focused on the fate of an orphanage near Pamporovo that desperately needed a new heating system or it would close. There wasn't a fist thumped on a desk, and someone saying, “Right! Lets fix this!” but the subject kept popping up and got talked about more and more, with someone eventually saying, we should, you know, raise some money or something.
The people looking after the orphanage mentioned a figure just less that £2000 to get the place winter proof, so we made that our goal. Various suggestions were made, but none gathered as much support as someone challenging one of the main (male) moderators of the biggest forum to “ski down a run wearing nothing but a thong.” He eventually agreed and March 14th was picked as the date, Borovets as the resort, and the week was dubbed the “Ski-A-Thong.” A fair amount of the people who post online altered and amended plans and booked that week to go out, including me and a few mates.
And then it went a bit mental. There are a few media types on the forums, so Pete (for that is his name) ended up on radio and TV stations across the UK. Someone from Sky Sports offered prizes. Schools started raising money. Tee-shirts were made. Sponsor money was pledged. From a single challenge, a hundred ideas came forth, so by the time we got on a plane for Bulgaria it was all that anyone was talking about.
Now the point of the QOTW … a pub in the resort was flagged up as a meeting point for the first night and as we walked in we were greeted by a chorus of people we'd never met shouting our names … ID'ing us from a tiny avatar and greeting us like family. It was amazing. Drink was drunk, voices were raised and we were all that bit happier knowing some of the money we were paying to get wasted with, was going to a good cause.
Events happened all week. A quiz, a curry-oke, an auction … and money came from some other, surprising, sources. Us degenerates had arranged a poker night separate from all of the do-gooding. A night of sit-and-goes with fairly quick blinds … basically to ensure that there was a lot of action and no-one was sitting out for too long. People came and went, so there wasn't an exact prize for each game, but on average the winner got the equivalent of £50 in Bulgarian Lev and here's the thing … everyone who won, without exception, took their buy-in back, bought a round of drinks, and put what was left in the ski-a-thong kitty. No-one was prompting this or expecting it … it just happened every single time. Everyone had a great night so a repeat event was held later in the week, and the same thing happened.
Anyway, the day of the actual ski-a-thong arrived. By now, Pete wasn't doing it alone as various people had been sponsored to do the run in a number of outfits … and many others were doing it just for the hell of it. Personally, I’d chucked a kilt into my backpack as an after-thought, but I honestly didn’t fancy a trip down the mountain in it, especially as a ‘true’ Scotsman. At lunch before the event I was still internally debating about doing it, when at the next table I overheard a very young lad, of maybe 11 or 12, pleading with his parents to do the run in his pants. That’s all the inspiration I needed, if he can do it, so can I! I de-salopetted myself, got the kilt on, and subtly got out of everything underneath. I made my way to the bottom of the run and assembled with the other people in varying degrees of fancy dress and unwittingly my naked ass got filmed to turn up later that night on Bulgarian TV, (and that’s a sentence I never thought I’d type). After much nervous ado, we all get up lifts and down a thankfully very short run, fulfilling the requirements of the challenge … then we all get drunk.
Proof, if proof be need be youtu.be/BKvWSY_B2I8 ...look out for the Poma giving Pete a good thwack in the balls. My arse is just after the bunny-girl.
There's a final night in the pub, with speeches, thanks and many many drinks. Some of the children at the orphanage have made us cards. I'm presented with one and it makes me cry … don't know why, but probably it was the orphanage (in my mind) moving from concept to reality. There really were children with no parents out there, relying on donations of clothes and blankets as their accommodation, their home, wasn't heated over winter.
So, the main man takes the mic, the man who agreed to ski in a thong in the first place. He's got the total from all of the events, the promised sponsorship, the tin in the pub where we played poker. Remember we had sort of aimed for £2000? That night, a cheque was presented to the orphanage fund for … Eleven Thousand Euros. Let me say that again. Eleven Thousand Euros.
So, meeting people off the internet can be a wonderful, wonderful thing. We skiied, snowboarded, drank and drank some more, and somehow managed to make life for some Bulgarian orphans a little better for a while. I just dug my card out from the books it lives between and smiled … yup, a wonderful, wonderful thing.
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Cheeses of Nazareth Where's Captain Kirk? www.whereiskirk.com, Sun 23 Oct 2011, 1:50,
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I've had a few iffy experiences though I'll just bore you with the oneIt wasa few years back when I discovered that the internet could be a valuable tool for meeting women. I was always amazed at how different people could be from how they were online but you're young and "any hole's a goal".
I had been talking to this particular girl for a few weeks and everything seemed to be going fine. Seemed very normal but with a bit of a flirty edge. We swapped pictures and again, all normal...she wouldn't win awards but not ugly by any stretch (not that I'm God's gift or anything). You get the idea.
So three weeks passes and she drops me a text asking if I want to come down and stay with her for the weekend. Her parents were going off on holiday leaving her the place to herself. Naturally I said yes and we arranged to meet in Glasgow before travelling out to the country.
The strangeness started on the train heading out when I noticed she kept staring at me. At first, I thought maybe I had a mark on my face or some other reason. Nope... just turned out reckoned she could tell a person's soul if she stared at them enough. Too late to back out at this point so I hope that this episode is just the one off. Not quite.
So we get to her place and it's in the middle of nowhere...something like 5 houses and a lot of fields. We go in and she makes some pizza. I started to feel a bit more at ease until she brought out the pizza and proceeded to start cutting it with scissors. When I suggested a knife she gave me a look not too dissimilar to the look I was giving her for using scissors to cut pizza. Still, this was small fry compared to later.
Night falls and I thought it best not to make a move straight away...to play it by ear. I go to bed and just as I'm settling down I start to hear what initially sounded like whispers. After a while I realised it was chanting and was coming from her room. This lasted one hour.
At that point I was shitting myself and fearing I was going to be sacrificed (watching Wicker Man the previous week didn't help) and I didn't sleep at all...any creaking or tapping immediately making me worry. 8 am the following morning, I am already sitting up, fully clothed and waiting for the first train back. She was very puzzled by the situation but I made excuses (ill relative) and left. I have never been more terrified in my life (may not have been rational but there you go).
We kept in touch for a few more weeks and even set up my mate to go on a date (I told him of my experiences but he seemed happy enough). We stopped talking when they broke up after the second date... she seemed quite insistant that she wanted to fist his anus...he less so (this leaves me wondering if I'd have been burned alive or painfully violated...either way I dodged a bullet).
I will just add that not all experiences were bad. I met someone who I clicked right away with and we've now been married nearly 5 years. :)
(, Sun 23 Oct 2011, 1:39, 2 replies)
Alex...."oh hey, you've got a txt off someone called Alex Mini, who's that?"
*passes phone to mrs b*
"errrrrm, this is awkward" she says
"Why?"
"eeeerrrr well he's one of two Alex's I used to chat to on MSN and he used to give me lifts places in return for blowjobs"
"oh right, thats completely normal"
"yeahh, he's Alex mini cos thats what car he had tho, he's got a massive dick, thats why I had to stop getting lifts in the end"
"fucking brilliant"
i dont really want to write the words 'insert' 'lenghth' or 'gag' to be honest.
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Mister B is eating an icanhazcheezburger with lmaonaise, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 22:54,
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Online freindsI have been a member of an on line car forum for a number of years.
It was originally about the car, where is the fuse for the rear windows and other technical things but it blossomed into more.
I was diagnosed with Crohns disease and in the dark days of treatments and operations my on line friends kept me sane. With banter, Jokes, pisstakes, support, you name its been discussed.
Anyway I have met most of the forum members at GTG`s and car shows. Most notably would be the time I fed a Brummie homebrew so he got so pissed he fell over and snapped his ankle in the mud at the Santa Pod camp site.
I cant thank the members of mercedes190.co.uk enough.
Thank you lads.
You are all great.
Now I must go and advise on the firing order of a 190e and also what tyres to fit on 16 inch wheels.
(, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 21:08, 2 replies)
It's more about the journey......So when I was younger I would hang around in internet chat rooms before I found out everybody was either a pedophile or an undercover police officer. As a result I met quite a few interesting people and met them in real life.
This story is about a Canadian girl named Chantel. I met Chantel in a napster chat room and we would talk on a regular basis on MSN. Then after a bit things fizzled out, I had a lot of school work and I think she got a boyfriend so we would only talk occasionally.
Fast forward a couple of years and I end up working for a summer in America. One night near the end of my work I was on the computer and she came online. I started talking to her and mentioned that I was stateside, she said I should come up to Canada to visit, and she told me the area she lived in. So I set about making travel arrangements up to Canada. Unfortunately there was only 1 bus up there a week and 1 bus back down, and they were on the same day so I was forced to spend a week in Canada.
I took a bus from New York up to Maine, where the bus arrived in late at night. the next bus wasn't until the following morning, I no money for a hotel so I wondered around the town until about 2am, possibly looking for a party I could crash with no luck. At that point I headed back to the bus station so I wouldn't get too lost. having nowhere else to stay I decided I would make myself home in a bush next to the bus station. I laid my backpack down and went to sleep. A few hours later I had a dream that there was a person staying in the other side of the bush and they told me the bus was there, so I crawled out from inside the bush, only to find it was still the middle of the night and two taxi drivers had just seen me emerge from the bush. I waited for them to leave before climbing back in the bush.
When the morning arrived I was the first one in the door of the bus station and finally dropped off my big bag in a storage container. Then I went about purchasing the rest of my tickets. I had 2 sets to buy, one return to Canada and one single to Cleveland as that was my next stop after Canada. I had to purchase it in 2 separate goes using my credit card. the first one went through ok but the second one was declined. I panicked as this was the only form of money I had, so I had to frantically call the Barclay card hotline to find out what was happening. Turns out if you use your card too many times in a different country they think its stolen and block it. I explained that it was me using it and they managed to unblock it and I was able to purchase the remaining tickets. Then I set off on the next leg of my journey. This time the bus took me almost to my destination, but again arrived late at night and the next bus wasn't until the morning.
Time for more wondering around, but this time I was in luck. I met Some people around my age and we hung out, somehow ending up squatting in someones office building for a few hours. Then again morning came and I got my bus to the town Chantel was from. I found the hotel ok and checked in. Then came the next problem. I had no way of contacting Chantel other than online, and she hadn't responded to my emails for a few days. The trip was organized last minute so it really wasn't well thought out. I hung around the town for a day before I decided to hitchhike back to a bigger town a couple of hundred miles away. From here I would be able to catch the bus that was due in four days. I got very luck and met too really sweet old couple who gave me a ride on the first day to my first stop. Then on the second day I walked for miles without anyone picking me up. Finally I needed the bathroom and found a dunkin donuts off the side of the road. There I met a creep trucker guy who followed me into the bathroom and asked if I needed a ride. Rather cautiously I accepted. He turned out to be ok, told me some wierd stories about him having sex with 13 year old prostitutes but he didn't try to kill me or rape me so it was better than nothing. He took me all the way to my final destination.
So now I had 2 days to wait for a bus in a strange town with no money. I wondered around the town and eventually ran into some street kids about my age. These kids would hitchhike from town to town and sleep on the streets. I made friends with them and they showed me where there were sleeping. We went to a soup kitchen for food and generally had a great time until my bus arrived and I went on with my trip.
Tl;dr: Failed to meet up with a girl from the internet but had an amazing adventure along the way.
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bobzarkoff, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 20:47,
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Repost of 'I've made a few notes' ammended to reflect people I've actually met.Mykeyboy
Ah Mykey, where to start? After all there is so much of him to cover.
I'll miss his thought provoking faux-racist posts, his deliciously unsuccesful attempts to deflect fat jokes by making bad ones himself but most of all I'll miss Gazzing people the jokes about them he sends to me behind their back whilst he pretends to have them on ignore.
Piston broke
It's not really fair to bully someone because they inhabit the shit end of the Autistic spectrum, or becuase they probably collect pewter dragons with jewels for eyes, however, it does entertain me. I'll miss his ability to sour any social interaction by being pedantic, irritating and just plain scary.
Sexface
I always thought he was quite amusing, in fact I used to see something of Wormulus in Sexface. This all changed when I got the tearful phonecalls from his girlfiend (my ex) late at night. I was happy to help, I just resented the fact that it was happening at all.
Also, no matter how he slices it, he tried to chat me up on MSN on Valentines day thinking I was a girl. Congratulations Sexface, although fairplay for hosting my server.
Bob Todd
Autistic and frightening. I felt unable to relax in the same room as him/her.
Moon Girl Technologies
Hands like dinner plates. I never had the guts to ask their gender. Good with computers though.
Donkey Gums
Decided he was better than this place.
Looks like a rapist/scarecrow.
baldmonkey
You do make me laugh. Just for the record, everything you're ever made for the purposes of gaining attention on the internet is painfully shit, even with the cutest child in the world on it. I think it probably amounts to abuse, stop it.
Also, your performance at the CHB bash was the ultimate act of kerazee zaneeeeness it didn't suit you.
Blue Star
Tits like kitchen binbags at cleaning out time. Another classic example of fat short girl with BAGS OF PERSONALITY that b3ta seems to breed. Maybe I'm thinking of someone else, they all blend into one another.
Supermatt
You fucking freak of nature. You look like the internet made flesh, you're not quite as skin-crawlingly crippled as Turb0t though, so well done you and remember - Ladies love a dancer! and batman comics, you noobling.
rnuk
Even compared to me you're still a pretentious bellend. Get a fucking grip, you don't look like some steampunk alternative, you look like a chav from Manchester that's borrowed his Grandad's clothes. I hope one day you catch a glimpse of youself in a window and think about this and have a little cry. Console yourself with this though, your penis is bigger than mine, someone told me.
Captain Wow
You patronising bitch, stop refering to your boyfriend as 'the wife' it does my fucking nut in. Also, just becuase you have an opinion on something, doesn't mean it's worth sharing. Thanks.
She once stared angrily at me for a whole train-journey back from some shit-hole bash without saying a word. Real life ignore, showed me.
Gonzo
The hairy Jew. Bles you gonz, you haven't a bad bone in your body. Apart from the bone in your brain, you spastic. Were you kept in a fridge whilst the other Jews went to school? Fucking hell mate.
Also stop smoking and bathe more. You look like the grimace monster from McDonalds, except with the kind of beard that Ian Huntley would grow if he were on the run.
Sticky Label
I knew from the moment I first saw you that you were an epic ringpiece. You're like a shit version of MoT or Gmos.
Psycho Chomp
You look like a paperclip salesman and have a fucking stupid name, other than that you should stick to being the coolest person on QotW. What an accolade!
Kersal Missive
I was always reasonably respectful to you on here, despite you being a mentalist and extremely rude to me OFFLINE! You look like Anne Frank in her final hours, although being a young girl Anne Frank probably didn't have a bush like a brillo pad. Another person who has clicked the real life ignore button on me (before the original version of this post).
cr3
Most people's faces have something at the bottom, we call it a chin. Get one, now. I am genuinely sick of hearing about your life, being a supergeek is like being Stephen Hawking, respect where its due but don't get cocky, you're still a mongling.
Amorous Badger
You've seem intent on sucking the life out of b3ta and feeding it to WW.
Charmander
Haha, I love meeting people with that special brand of self-confidence that comes from pretending to be really confident whilst simultaneously being terrified of yourself.
That prat with the long communist name from OT
100% pillock, no disrespect.
Beckjsbx
Angry cat-lady.
If I've met you and you've not received a mention please reply to this thread.
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WormuIus, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 14:42,
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Baldmonkey is exactly the same in real life.(
Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 14:26,
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Thought i hadn'tbut i have. I'm a regular (well was, i'm pretty much offline until i get a new machine of a decent spec) in part of the steamlands of Second Life. I role play a 12 year old urchin of foul mouth and horrible attitude who, for some unknown reason people seem to like. I am also a pirate and thus was out and about causing trouble starting fights somewhere when i met a naval officer from an opposing side. We began a debate about beginning some kind of conflict and became friends. Turned out she was moving to university near me and we met up. She's exactly as she is inworld. I was quite shocked.
Nothing naughty happened mind. I'm old and wrinkly and very happy indeed with my RL girlfriend.
I also really want to make a documentary meeting all the folk i know in second life. They are some of the most fascinating individuals i've ever had the pleasure of chatting with. One day i'm doing a round the world trip and knocking on doors i swear.
(, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 14:07, Reply)
How I Met Mrs StrokesWe got chatting on Sickipedia. at the time we were both with other people, but both of those relationships were clearly in trouble, which is something we had in common and chatted about. what attracted us to each other was that made each other laugh. I split up with my hag of an ex, and she split up with her wife beating ex con of a twat within about 3 weeks of each other. I was sitting one Saturday afternoon in Essex, Chatting to her online in Portsmouth. So I said why don't I drive down. that was over two years ago. last year I moved to Portsmouth, She's sitting next to me right now and is my soulmate. I love her to bits and cannot imagine ever being without her.
(, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 12:41, 10 replies)
Yup met severalAll of the people I have met have been in connection with a boyband (yes I am sure you will all mock) First girl was from Scotland who took the risk to come down and stop in Brum with me and my husband- we attended one of the concerts and then I duly tripped up to Scotland to attend another date of the tour and meet another off the group we were in. Both of us actually stopped at the third girls house. I then met several from Manchester and Denmark Ireland etc Then finally on the board which I was by then a moderator on came another girl from Brum from the same area and about five streets away-Bizarrely and unplanned we met in the local doctors surgery and recognised each other from the profile pic.
So for all the knocking Westlife may get there have been some fantastic friends out of their 14 years.
And not sure if it really counts have met cousins who have tracked me down via Facebook and whom had never met in my 35 year
(, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 12:21, Reply)
I've met several B3tans...Though bizarrely I didn't know they were B3tans when I met them.
Anyway, I do have an interesting story to tell, and that's the story of how I met soon-to-be Mrs Flaps. I was bored and a bit drunk one night, and I was living alone at the time, so I decided to see what this Facebook thing was all about. This local girl popped up as a Friend Suggestion, and she looked kinda cute, so I thought "what the hell" and sent her a message.
"Hello there, you look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?"
One thing lead to another and we've been together 3 years now.
A few weeks ago, she said "so, I've never worked out where it is you knew me from."
"oh, that was bollocks. Never seen you before in my life."
Amazingly, she still wants to be my wife. :)
(, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 11:30, Reply)
I haveA large collection of friends who I met either directly or indirectly through the Ash forum. People who will travel the length of the country for one another's birthdays. First person I ever met from online was a girl off the same forum who ahd free tickets to a Morrissey gig in Birmingham and was more than willing to pick up this random 18 year old from outside a pub in Liverpool city centre.
As of yet I've not met any b3tans (or if I have I didn't realise it) but that's partly because when I was at uni I couldn't afford meets, and since leaving uni I've not been on here as often, so even if I'd seen details of meets I'd be disinclined to invite myself
(, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 11:06, Reply)
8th Anniversary on MondayOver a decade ago whilst on an IT course I used to suggest interesting websites to visit during our lunchbreak; one of them was www.hotornot.com, great for rating girls out of 10. A few years later they added a meet this person feature and so after duly posting my own photo I began to meet interesting women from all around the world. I got friendly with a few and would chat online, but by sheer coincidence I happened to be going on holiday very near to where one of them lived. Whilst on that holiday we met in the flesh for the first time and shortly after that she quit her job and moved to live with me. We've been married 8 years now and have 2 fantastic kids. I think the internet side of things really helped as it allowed us to get to know each other without the complications of a physical relationship.
(, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 10:14, 1 reply)
Failure to launch.A while ago I tried to organise a meet with some guys from a demoscene site that I frequent (I'm fairly sure at least a couple of them are b3tans).
It took the 5 odd respondents several goes to setup a meet in Norhtbridge (the local bar/nightclub district & fairly central to us all). Where we would all grab a drink and a kebab afterwards. We eventually agreed on a time & date (the Brass Monkey after work & then maybe Plakas for those in the know).
Veni, vidi, bibi - & nada.
You'd be amazed at the number of geeky-looking, older-than-35 IT types there could be in 1 bar on a Tuesday after work, yet none of them there to meet me!
Not that I'm giving any of them a hard time - I did get a couple of valid excuses. But seriously guys - I can't be the only 1 to have to do the legwork here.
So.
Any West Australians living near Perth interested in a bash?
In the spirit of this weeks question - gaz me.
I did however discover on my VERY rare sojurn into N'bridge that Plakas is no more but the little kebab shop near where it used to be next to where Connies isn't anymore (another revalation) does a mean felafal-with-the-lot!
EDIT: Also - I'm officially "old" I think.
(, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 8:30, 10 replies)
Horrid. Just bad.I "met" a really cool chick in a Yahoo! game room. Played this game in tourneys with her and others for a year and IM'd with her back and forth during that time and talked on the phone quite a bit. She posted a photo, and yes, she was hot. On Christmas, she texted my phone and told me she loved me. I felt the same way. On my birthday in April, she had purchased me a round trip plane ticket to her home in Oklahoma. I live in Idaho and we were going to drive from Oklahoma to her birthplace in the Cajun swamps of Louisiana to attend a very large Cajun festival. When I got there, she was over 200 pounds larger than her photo. She was the same person, but the photo was taken when she was 18. When we stepped through the door of her house, I almost spewed the contents of my stomach all over her floor. The stench was ungodly. I had never smelled anything like that in my life and am still not sure what the hell it was. We didn't go to Louisiana and I spent a miserable week at her place wishing that I could just spontaneously cease to exist. The lies she told me were whoppers, too. Even though she was a very large person, I had never met a smaller person in my entire life. Her online personality and her real personality were two entirely different things. The only saving grace was that I only spent $4 of my own money for the entire trip. I had never been so far out of my comfort zone in my life, and I am known not to care about that too much. I had never been happier to get home in my entire life, and that includes summer camp when I was 10 years old and combat in Kuwait.
(, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 4:32, 6 replies)
Ive met many..Mostly gamer types, Il2 'pilots' for the 60th DDay anniversary at Duxford, including 2 wonderful guys from Berlin.
And another geek who spent the best part of a day, cycling and geocaching, getting hot and drinking beer.
Nothing more.
(, Sat 22 Oct 2011, 1:39, Reply)
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