June 15, 2006
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Dating part 3
I wrote a poem a while back dedicated to the guys who are simply clueless when it comes to girls. This poem, mind you, has absolutely nothing to do with me, as I have women and dating completely figured out *dodges tomatoes*. Anyways… Here’s the poem.
Man Seeking Woman
Can I take you on a date?
I promise that I will be late.
I’ll pick you up in my clunker car,
And take you to a biker bar.
I know you’ll think I’m such a hunk,
As I’m starting to get drunk.
With graceful charm, I’ll whisper in your ear,
‘You can buy yourself a beer.’What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?
Comments (30)
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~Sara
I once went out with a very, extremely good-looking guy whom I met at TGIF’s (he was the waiter). Well, the looks was about all there was to him. I don’t think he said two words the whole time. We went to dinner and then to a party. I might as well have been alone. When he did open his mouth you could tell he wasn’t much smarter than a box of rocks. I never went out with him again. : blink :
Met a guy in a dark club. I’d been drinking. He started calling me. Sexy voice…said he was an artist like me…Cut to later when he picked me up for a date….Ugly and wasn’t an artist….Had books of “How to Draw”….Damn I swore off drinking for a while after that…..He didn’t get a kiss out of me either.
Love your poem though.
Candy
Oh yeah…Dated a male stripper named Silk…Very hot…and very boring….made me realize I need more that a body from a guy.
Candy
well considering I haven’t have much experience in that area, I’d have to say NOT going on a date… the guy I was seeing was too busy for me, and I had to beg him the two times we actually went on what I called a “date”. So yes, that was by far the worst, and err, only, haha.
RYC: I am not going to be able to come! : cry : I’m sad… I have to work. I tried to switch with 3 people, but the darn people would have none of it. I promise I’ll make it to the next one though. How are you? –Tiffany
this wasnt really a date, but. this lady i work with was going to come over to my place after work and watch some british comedy. i had just the intention of getting to know her better and going from there. i found out in the middle of the visit that she was married and she liked me. i havent really talked to her since that. we see each other at work occasionally and just say hi cashually.
oh and congrats on being first to comment on xanga johns site.
haha, great poem.
i cant imagine the cali people are bored that they need to read about random people from the midwest.
ha ha … that was cute!
2 months ago I decided to get off of my dateless 2 year hiatus. he always sent flowers to my house and job … bought me lunch almost everyday. so I figured I had a winner! He kept talking for a week about how great our date was gonna be. Dude picks me up in a huge 70′s van and then parks in an alley down the street so we can “talk”. Cussed him out from here to kingdom come and then had to repent later!
HA! That’s the best poem. You should write a whole set of those.
Sadly, I have yet to go on a date. Then again, I have successfully avoided the horrors of your poem, so I suppose I can look on the bright side, hahaha!
Nice poetry!!: biggrin : Please keep your good work up…wish you have a great weekend Pete: wink : P.S Thanks for your kind words…hehe^^
Worst date? He took my to Gameworks and we walked around in silence until he decided he wanted to play pool. We played while he watched the game and made random comments, then started hitting me in the butt with his pool stick. We then went and sat at the bar to talk which is where he proceeded to grope my legs and tell me how much he liked smoking pot and how he loved being rich because he barely had to work and could go to concerts (his parents were rich), and to make the night perfect, he akwardly kissed me and whispered “want to go back to your place for a massage?”
Yup, a winner.
This poem is about my sister’s 1st husband!
The worst date I ever went on was a blind date. I was given the oportunity to meet her before we went on a double date. She was not attractive. I was hoping the redeeming quality was her personality but she did not have one. Thank God we were at a concert wathcing Aerosmith, Pat Traverse and some local punk band I was unfamiliar with.
RYC: hehehe…extra pulp…hehe
Candy
We’re playing tomorrow night, June 17th, at 500 St. Charles St. in Elgin IL. 60120. The show starts at 7pm, and is $5. Our good friend Ben Esh is putting on the show through what’s called “The Acts Ministries”. We will be playing third in the line up of the following artists; Rufus Tree, Matt Higgins, and one more TBA. So come hang out with us tomorrow night if you’re in the Chicago area. We hope to see you all there.
Matt & Dave
I love your poem…worst date…well when i was in high school i tried internet dateing…there were no real dates there…ehh just bad…all around bad! Mandy<><
I have to agree with “jarsofclay”–internet dating about topped them all for me. I was talking on the phone with this guy for 9 months and we said “I love you” and everything. There was talk of me moving down there, but never talk of marriage (I later realized). We were giong to meet at my junior prom, but I “broke up” with him a week prior and went with my best guy friend. We had a marvelous time. So, to my great delight, my worst date never happened! : smile : Praise God for guiding me in the right direction! God bless! ~*Peace!*~
Great Poem. Went to a rowing party and they decided to pack a barge with beer and take it off into the harbour. The whole lot of us were arrested.
that makes me laugh.
Hmm lets see… I have had dozens of bad dates… the worst would have to be the ones that didn’t happen… basically when a guy (usually at school) tries to ‘date’ a girl without even trying to take her on a date. I’m not talking about expensive or anything, I’m talking about effort. All that is needed is a surprise picnic on some cool bridge or next to a quiet stream. Some guys think they are so wonderful that women should put in applications to be theirs. Icky. There are good ones out there though! Most of my best dates were not dates at all but the times when I hang out with my guy friends : biggrin :
Have a great show, Pete!
So far I like the dulcimer, just no one to teach me how to play it her… so I’ve been learning on my own. Since it’s a C instrument, I’m having a hard time figuring out how to play sharps and flats on it… so all the songs I’ve played have been in the wonderful key of C! lol.
As far as worst date, I can’t say I’ve had a bad date. Maybe it’s just a southern thing (but probably not) but out of the dates I’ve been on, the guys have been gentlemen. How about sharing your worst date?
Great poem!!! You said it all with just a few words…that’s talent!
random props: laugh :
Hil-air- e- us.
Pete,
That sock monkey is fun isn’t it! (The one in the picture wasn’t mine, but I do have one somewhere)….
Regarding the dating- well I don’t date ‘cause I think it’s stupid (or maybe I have just never been asked by a decent guy—I tend to attract crazy people who are either homeless, on drugs, alcoholics, or just plain disgusting…)… anyway… I still have some horrid stories…
One time, when I was about 19, we had this guy come and stay with us, who was supposed to be offering his abilities to help out different missions- so he ended up at my house… anyway, our house at the time had one guestroom- right next to mine- in the basement- so that’s where he went….
About the 3rd day here, he came into my room when I was looking for something (we had a bunch of friends over for a dinner), and sat next to me on my bed and started talking. First it was about my photography, then my singing, then about me “supposedly going into his room the night before and kissing him!” I couldn’t believe it! No way would I do that- for a start he was ugly- and MARRIED!! Arg, plus I am NOT that sort of girl! Ew…
In the end, when he saw my look of horror at this, he said, “Well, I thought it was real- and if it’s any consolation to you, you were a great kisser!” AH NO:P
so much for sharing your “ministries.”
So, I told my mum and dad (I tell them everything) and my dad had a nice long drive with him; he was then made to come back and apologize to me- then he was kicked out!
-jess
hey you are really cute. hey leave me a message k?
Hysterical poem! Reminds me of someone I went out with once. A soccer player with a nose ring. Yech.
see you soon to hang out