World's King

As you all have read in the past I don’t have the greatest track record when it comes to dating or women in general. I’ve had more significant others since I was 16 then anyone I know. I wouldn’t say I’m a serial monogamist; it’s more that I’m completely co-dependant. So, after being in a very serious relationship for a little over four years, I’m back at the dating thing and as many of you have already read I’m not really good at the dating thing. I don’t get it. Never have. But that’s not the point here…



It may come as a surprise to you that I’m not very good at “ice breakers.” I would much rather walk up to a girl and ask her if she has cute feet. And if not, I walk away. It’s creepy. I know this. But really, when it comes right down to it… that’s all I really care about. So, I found the perfect way to get a girl into a comfortable situation where should would be okay with taking her shoes off. I figured if I could get them back to my house, let them see I’m not a child molester or complete crazy person, we could talk or watch TV and before you know it she has her shoes off and she’s all cuddled on the couch. So when you picture someone cuddled up on a couch what do you see? I see a bowl of popcorn and giant mugs. Whether they are full of coffee, coco, or tea. I prefer tea. And that’s where the pick up line started.


“Do you like hot tea?”


Now, I guess I should explain a little further the feet thing. I’m not a pervert that just likes to look at girl’s feet (Yes I am.) It’s a very important part of my attraction to the opposite sex. So if I meet at girl in a bar or what-have-you and we hit it off. You know… flirting buying drinks, talking, maybe a kiss or two. Whatever. If I’m going to be serious about seeing this girl again, I’m going to have to know about her feet. I guess I’m lucky I don’t care so much about nipples. That would be a lot harder.

Girl #1
So I met this girl through a friend I used to work with. Not really my normal “type” of girl. No tattoos. No piercings. Weird, I know. She was very cute. Kind of bubbly, but in a good way. Not the “dumb cheerleader you just want to stab in the back of the head” way. So we talk most of the night and that was it. I was tired from work and I wasn’t really getting the vibe from her so I let it go. So a few days later I run into at the bar again. I ended up walking her and her roommate home. They go inside and I’m standing in front of their house fumbling with my iPod and bicycle and she leans her head out of a second story window and asks what I’m doing. I respond, “Thinking about you.” Smooth, right? She lets out a small squeal and heads back inside. About a week or so later I happened to be close to where she worked, so I stopped by to say Hi. We made plans to get together when she got off. We had a few drinks. Talked about TV. Now this was just before the second season of Mad Men started and she hadn’t seen the last two episodes of the first season. And guess who owns it? Me. So I ask, “Do you like tea?”

So we’re walking back to my house along the Platte River. The moon is out. It’s nice. We stop to take a rest on a bench. And next thing I know she’s all cuddled up next to me. I lean in and kiss her. Perfect. I’m a fucking God at this point. We walk the rest of the way arm in arm. It’d have been more romantic if I wasn’t half drunk and trying to walk my bike at the same time. We make it back to my house in one piece. I turn on my electric kettle. Yes, that’s right, I have an electric kettle. It makes the “tea” line just that much better. We curled up on the couch, watched a few episodes of Mad Men, made out a little, and yes, she has cute feet. It’s now seven in the morning and I suggest that she just stay at my house. Not at all expecting her to.

Two days later we meet for lunch. And before the food comes she tells me that she kind of already has a boyfriend. Why the fuck would you do that? Now I have to sit here and watch you eat, pretending that you didn’t just brush me off. I believe she said, “You’re a really awesome guy but… “


Girl #2
I had seen this girl two weeks or so before I actually met her. Very cute and very small. More my type. The first night I saw her at the bar I was hammered so I didn’t bother talking her. It wouldn’t have gone over well. The night we met a friend of mine happened to be DJing and after-party. So I asked him to invite her and her friends. So I could show and be the cool guy that knows the DJ. Lame. I know. Well, before I get a chance to introduce myself to her she walks up to me and says, “You could have invited us yourself. Hi, I’m ********.” I’m not so smooth with this one. Her friends leave and it’s just her and I. We talk till about 3am. She tells me that she was disappointed that I didn’t talk to her two weeks earlier. See, not so smooth. It’s at about this point I kind of step up my game a little. Out of no where I kiss her. She goes for it. I half expected to get slapped. Nope. And of course I ask, “Do you drink hot tea?” She fallows me back to my house. I don’t remember what we watched. Made out. Drank tea and ate popcorn. And again around seven in the morning… She realizes that she has to be at work in three hours. We make plans to hang out later that day.

At some point during the next couple of days I really start to like this girl. We get along really well. The sex was really good. She seems to like me in the same way. So really without a talk we end up dating each other exclusively. But she has this friend. We have all dealt with people like this. It wasn’t good enough that the girl I was dating liked me. I had to get her friends approval. What the fuck? I’m not dating her too. I don’t much give a fuck if you like me or approve of me dating your friend. She likes me, she’s happy, be happy for her. It should be that simple. Over the next couple weeks this friend is really starting to bug the shit outta me. She’s telling my girlfriend that I’m not good enough for her. That’s I’m a loser. And I chalk this up to her liking me and being jealous or her just being a flat out cunt. So it goes without saying that her friend managed to talk her out of dating me. I’ve written about this girl before… She’s the “clingy” girl. So as it turns out her friend was the one that put all this in her head. Not that it matters at all now. She has since moved on to someone closer to her own age and maturity level. I’d like to say I was okay with it… but I’m not. I didn’t get a fair chance with this girl.


Girl #3
I was spending a lonely night at the bar drinking away my pain like always. This girl walks in. Not so attractive. Not ugly though. She sits a few stools away from me. We get to talking because she swears she knows me from back in the day. I have no idea who she is. She insists up and down that we have mutual friends. Well, as it turns out we do. But in a small city like Denver that’s not a surprise. I’ve been here my whole life. I fucking know everyone. We get into this really strange conversation about fetishes. We make the bartender really uncomfortable when we ask if he’s ever had his asshole like while getting head. I tell him he should try it at least once… and if he gets really brave tell his girlfriend to stick a finger up there. He walked away. So it turns out that this girl is a stripper. She’s living in New York now but was here for a few weeks visiting her family. But when she told her mom what she was doing for a living now, her mom kicked her out. And all her stuff was still there. Whatever. I’m not really caring about all this. Until she tells me she’s in need of a place to crash for a few days. I listen to her sad story for all of 30 seconds before I tune her out. Mean, I know. But I’m not a caring person.

During the course of the fetish conversation she mentions that she gives the best head that any man has ever had. Well, because of this I forget about the rest of the conversation and I ask, “Do you like tea?” We end up on my couch watching some late night crap television. And of course all I can think about is how I’m going to get my dick in this girl’s mouth. And before I could come up with a good plan she passed out. And I’m sure she has to be awake to give this amazing head so I wait.

The next morning I wake up to a strange feeling in my stomach. I realized what I had done. I’ve given her a place to crash for a few days. I look around my apartment and see piles of stripper clothes. There is glitter all over my bathroom. She’s passed out in my bed, wearing nothing but her underwear. I’m so not happy about this. She’s nice girl and all so I let it go and make us some food. She sits on my couch all day watching TV. At about 8pm she gets up and takes a shower. While she’s been in town I guess she had been stripping to make money that had been stolen from her… I don’t remember the story. I don’t much care.

When she got back to my place after work that night… It happened. I figure she felt bad for moving in and not really asking for permission. And I have to say… Yes, it was the best head I’ve ever had. So I let her stay for a few more days. Until she got back one night and said she had left my front gate key at the club or lost it… she didn’t know. I was fucking livid. But I guess that’s what I get for giving a stripper a key to my place. Well, the next night she came back with the key but had lost her cell phone. When I awoke that next morning she was gone. Left the key, thank God. I haven’t heard from her since. So now sitting in my closet I have a grocery bag full of nasty stripper underwear. Anyone want it?

Girl #4
This one is rather short. But still just as annoying. It was 1:30am. I run up to the bar to catch last call and get one more glass of Jameson in me. Standing next to me at the bar was a pretty attractive girl. Short. Cute Bettie Page haircut. Nice legs. She introduces herself and we head to the patio with out drinks to have one last cigarette before they close the place down. Really nice girl. We hit it off right away. During the short conversation at the bar we find out we have a ton in common. So instead of exchanging numbers and going home, I ask, “Do you like hot tea?” She fallows me back to my place. It had gotten a little chilly and the top of her convertible was stuck down. I laughed. We curl up on the couch with out tea talk for a few hours. I put on the movie Snatch for a little bit of background noise. I get up to use the restroom. And on my way back to the couch she gets up, grabs me and kisses me. Kick ass, right? We make out a little but she has to leave to get up for an early class. I let her barrow a coat because of her convertible top. We make plans to meet up either the next day or Thursday.

She was supposed to call me when she got out of work at like 4. Nothing. Around 10 that night she calls me drunk. Said she forgot about a girl’s night out. No big deal. We text back and forth most of the night. Then she stops. At about 4am she calls me. Says she’s close to my house and wants to cuddle. I tell her to let me know when she gets here so I can let her in. Never shows up. The next morning I call to see if she’s okay. She’s fine. She decided to just go home. We make plans to meet at the bar for happy hour at like 5. Never shows up. And I haven’t heard from her since. So, now I’m completely not interested in getting to know her. I just want my coat back. And to make it worse. I was cleaning yesterday and found a Hello Kitty brush and a shit load a make-up that must have fallen out of her purse. I put it all in the bag with the stripper thongs.




I’m retiring the “tea” line. I believe its run its course.

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Jozrael

I wish you better luck with your cocoa-drinking friends.

thespian86

You could give nick hornby a run for his money.

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The_Jazz

Keep the line. Just stop picking up chicks in bars. Try using it at a bookstore or the mall instead.

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dlish

so let me get this right..

you got some underwear from a stripper, you lost a jacket but you made up with a hello kitty brush and kids make up

try ebay my friend..then use the proceeds to buy a new woolen coat. make sure you use the OP in your ebay advertisement to generate interest and hopefully make the news.

at the end of the day this is what you dates

1) a chick with a boyfriend - bad move
2) a chick without a personality or own mind - bad move
3) a stripper - what did you expect
4) a chick that doesnt respect your time..and a thief at that

id stick with the tea line.. its not theexecution of the line itself. it seems to be working. its the conversion rate to GF status.. but looking at my 4 points, i can see why.

its not the hot tea line!

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World's King

Yeah... I figure I'm gonna use the line again. I just hope it heads better results in the future.

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Manic_Skafe

My advice: skip the convo and go straight for the quaaludes.

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jewels

The girl you think you want is at the club. But you've already met her, right? Time to move up.

Stop looking so hard and you'll find what you need.

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World's King

That's the thing. I'm not looking. These girls just show up.

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abaya

Perhaps you could work on saying No.

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Willravel

The nipple thing isn't as difficult as one might imagine if you're into meeting people at bars. Thing is, I stopped doing that a few years back and I've noticed a real improvement in company. The best place to meet women is no longer school, a club, or a bar. Oh, and for christ's sake, glitter? You've just got to throw those out the window. If you like bars, great, bring a girl you met elsewhere and enjoy a good time.

You like cooking. You're good at cooking. Take a class. You can show off your olives (that's not an innuendo) and meet other hopefully stable people. Maybe you'll luck out and run into someone that looks like a suicide girl and has feet to die for.

World's King

I already went to school for cooking. Didn't meet a single girl the entire two years.

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Willravel

You have your BA, right? Maybe get your MA. Sure it's expensive, but you're likely to get paid more and you'll meet woman that aren't 19. It's an exception to the "no more school" rule. Also, women are more interested in monogamy in MA programs.

World's King

That thought has come up a few times in the past couple months. I'm gonna wait till I'm off probation in 2010.

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Willravel

Fair enough. If you need a strong letter of recommendation, you've got one.

Maybe a better way to address the overall issues would be to establish or continue to build up a strong circle of healthy friends instead of looking for another relationship. I've gone for periods of intentional singleness, and I usually come out better for it. Perspective from within a relationship really is nearly impossible unless it's very healthy and you've been in it for a long while (and even then, it's not easy).

World's King

When a strippers tells you she gives the best head you'll ever have... You don't say No.



Well, you would. But I couldn't.

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little_tippler

I like the line, but not the fact that it's a line. If you weren't so focused on seeing a girl's feet maybe it would all work out more naturally. Bringing these girls home hasn't really worked out so far...maybe they think you're too forward too soon? I know, you want to see their feet fast. Is that really all you need? I agree you're looking in the wrong places. Bars, clubs...it's not just the feet you want. If it was, this would keep you happy enough, the occasional foot cutie. You want a woman (not a girl) with a mind of her own, who loves you to bits, gives great head, and respects you as well. That's not as simple as "cute feet". But don't despair, she's out there

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Plan9

...

Thread: I think relationships are about a realistic look at the raw materials of the two parties... and then visualizing a little alchemy as to what can be made from 'em.

Putting Mr. Vinegar and Ms. Baking Soda together makes for a great for a fizzy fling, but not so great long term stability.

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Will: If you're referring to yourself, get real.

I went by your place last night and saw you with a pair of hookers, an unfolded coat hanger, and a boombox blasting Phil Collin's "Sussudio."

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I've got an address if you still wanna mail the crusty stripper garments...

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World's King

Feet aren't nearly as important as I make them out to be. It's more of a metaphor for whether or not I could get along with this girl... Make sense?




And do you have cute feet?

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Willravel

Of course. I'm the fucking man.
Whoa. Okay, seriously, do you know where I live? I really was blasting Sussudio yesterday.

abaya

WK, I really don't know what to tell you. I mean, maybe you can't say no to a stripper offering you good head, but what about the other girls? Other than cute feet, what else are you looking for? It kinda sounds like you're just taking whatever you can get, and while that can obviously be fun for a while... it's not getting you where you want to be. Which is... where, I'm not actually sure either, based on your posts.

So... where do you want to be? and then describe the woman who would be there with you.

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dlish

my concern isnt really the chicks, and i commend you on taking the bike and not driving.

but by the sounds of it, you're spending a great deal of time at bars, which isnt necesarily a good thing for your sake. not sure how much drinks you're having, but it may be affecting your judgement.

i do hope ive read too deeply into your situation and you can call me an asshole.

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ruggerp11

I agree with Will here. Most of the people that I've met and enjoyed spending copious amounts of time with have been met through friends or at friend gatherings. Usually a friendship is an automatic voucher for someone. There is less pressure that way too.

I really like the Tea line, it's not so much a line but an invitation for someone to get to know you by volunteering something slightly intimate. Works well, sounds like you just need to be a bit more choosy as to whom you say it to

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Hyacinthe

I like the line - mainly because I do like tea

You've had some bad luck sure unfortunately it does happen. Look at it this way

Girl 1: Had a BF, would you want to be with someone you knew would make out with another guy while seeing you?

Girl 2: Way too dependent on her friend, you need someone who has a spine of her own not a shared one

Girl 3: Doesn't sound like you really liked her that much anyways and she's from out of town, long distance is hard even with someone you really love

Girl 4: Flighty and unreliable, screw her you deserve better

Four bad situations you got out of and all you lost was a jacket - not all guys can claim that much.

As a side note - stop being so hard on strippers. not all of us are as bad as she is

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abaya

That was basically my point.

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World's King

To be honest...


I wasn't really looking for advice. I just wanted to share my fucked up dating life with everyone. I think it's funny.

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Redlemon

Good, I have no advice to give. But I do have a question...
More than once, you used 'fallow' in place of where I would expect to see 'follow'. As a verb, fallow usually means "to plow, harrow, and break up (land) without seeding to destroy weeds and conserve soil moisture". I can't really work that into this context. So, just a simple error, or is it too deep and subtle for me?

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World's King

Simple error. I typed it fast and didn't edit it at all.

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noodle

I was entertained, WK.
And never thought to offer advice when I first read the thread.
Somehow, I think you'll figure it out.
Or make some really cool wall art out of stripper panties and makeup and make a million dollars.

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Update...



I threw away the bag of underwear. I couldn't stand having it in my house.

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dlish

i could have relieved you of those and made a bundle!

they werent washed were they?

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World's King

I don't know. I didn't sniff them.

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Sion

some pervert you are...

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dlish

imagine the Ebay advertisement:

These underwear belong to a stripper i met at a bar that gave me head.

black unwashed stripper panties and bra. stockings included. unwashed, smells like pussy,no cum stains.

bargain. will ship

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Halx

So this hot girl was at my place last Friday. She took off her shoes. Now, I didn't think of you until now, but at the time I just told her "You had cute feet." Her feet were seriously cute. I'm not even a foot guy but this girl had feet that you just wanna cream all over. She complained that they were all bruised from doing some cancer walk, but I didn't care. Yeah, her big toe nail was sorta discolored, but it looked more like nail polish. If that was the only skin she was gonna show, I was gonna love it.

I didn't offer her any tea though. I think that's where I went wrong.

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dlish

i can understand the whole foot fetish thing. im a sucker for cute feet too.

but surely theres other ways other than asking for tea.

maybe we can come up with some suggestions for WK to get chicks to take their shoes off??

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*Nikki*

Nice story WK, well written and I really enjoyed it.

ItWasMe

Thank gawd, because I was laughing my ass off but was afraid to admit it and make you feel bad.

I think girl #1 was exploring an interesting alternative to her boyfriend. She's shopping for her next boyfriend now, but keeping the old one around for...oh, hell, I don't know ~ it's way past my bedtime and I'm tired of thinking.

An offer of a foot massage? That'd do it for me. *dang now I can't find a barefooted smiley wiggling her toes*

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little_tippler

Umm...I'm not sure it's safe to tell you!

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We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
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World's King

Girl #5
So I don’t have an ending to this one yet. I just met the girl last night. But trust me; the story is defiantly worth telling. So I’m hanging out with a small group of friends at the bar. Big surprise, I know. As soon as she walked in the door I knew I had to talk to her. Turns out she’s an old friend of someone in the group and works with another one. She starts in on a story about how she thought she was on a date earlier this evening but it turns out the guy was married. Asshole. It was some guy she had been out with six months ago. A few more people show up and we move our little party to the patio so us smokers can continue to kill ourselves slowly. We put a couple of table together and I make a point to sit next to this girl. Another friend of mine say, “Hey Sean, tell her the stories of the ‘tea’ line.” I was so pissed. Now I can’t actually use the line on her at some point.

I told her the stories anyway. We talk for a few hours. It was great. She has the most perfect mouth. Anyway. The night starts to wind down. Its getting a little cold out. She decides to call it and go. I decide to do the same. We say our goodbyes and walk out the door at the same time. She turns to me and says, “So, I’ll just follow you back to your place. I could use some tea.” I didn’t even get a chance to use the line. We ended up back at my house. I throw on the Devil’s Rejects. We talk and drink our tea. And at some point I ask, “Can I kiss you?” She laughed and said yes. I’m not sure how the rest of the night played out but I do know we ended up having sex a couple of times. I do remember at one point we were in the kitchen… this was before the sex… I pinned her up against the counter, really going to town, she pushed me away and said, “Wow, I’m kind of wet now.” We fell asleep in each others arms. She got up at 7 this morning and went to work. I plan on seeing this one again.

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