When?

Wow... genuine interest. I'm not attempting to be rude, but for some reason, that was unexpected. He proposed on my 20th birthday, back in March, though we'd been planning on the engagement for a while. It'll be lasting for quite a while, too, because marriage is no where near my future while I'm still in school and I don't want to get married while he's still attending, either. How many people want to remember their honeymoon as the night with a four hundred dollar bottle of champagne and the remote control while her newly-wed husband is cramming for the next day's test?

In other words, we'll be married in a minimum of four years from now. So for those of you whose excuse is that a year's notice isn't long enough, you've absolutely nothing left to hang on to now. Unless you pick up a new name in your protection or happen to die, of course.

Well, I could complain that you'll be only 24 and condemning yourself to a predetermined life before you even get the chance to know what life is, but I'm sure you're both aware of that and too sappaholic to care. Plus, who cares what I think?

I expect us all to be invited, however. You owe it to SHMFoD. The 10 year old SHMFoD of 2009.

yeah hopefully we can all afford... stuff by then

My appologies for not congratulating you two on your engagement beforehand, but I was a little sidetracked at the time when I read your announcement ...in another thread... (which I wouldn't have minded much had it been hijacked, but you two deserve your own announcement thread)...

SO, again... HAPPY ENGAGEMENT!!!!

OK, so... you guys still have plenty of time left to worry about details, enjoy the benefits of being able to say "This is my finace" while it lasts...

:lol:

Yes, you will all be coming. Responding at any point past my prior post is a legally binding contract that will be admissable in court. The court of I-Say-So.

Apologies however for saying so in your thread. I had never started my own topic, so it hadn't even occurred to me to do so.

As for a predetermined life - that's SR2's fault. He should have known what he was getting into from the beginning. He was my first date ever, at the ripe, over-bitter, I-hate-you-hormone-infested-teenagers, age of 18. How sappily poetic, oui?
And the reason I dated him? Because of all the males who talked to me, it wasn't because he wanted homework answers. :(

And now that you're so much older and wis--

So it's only been two years?

Wow, first date ever? That's pretty cool... *Looks back at my first date* I do hope yours was better than mine... that bitch was psycho...

So, how'd you meet? Where'd you go? What'd you do? give us all the gory details...

Haha, yeah, my first was pretty fucking insane too. The stories I could tell.

Do tell, do tell! Nothing's more fun than scary stories.

Unfortunately, I am the reason most of the stories are scary, because I am the psycho of any situation.
THIS WILL BE VERY LONG!!!
Uck, gory details... well, I guess I should start off by saying that the reason I hadn't had a date until 18 was because my whole school (excluding the six friends who knew/spoke to me) thought I was a lesbian, thus deterring any potential suitors whose balls hadn't yet dropped. There's a lot more to it, but that's a different story. Bryan and I knew each other off-hand as it was (me knowing him as That-Grunge-Elvis-Looking-Guy), but became friends when we were in Driver's Ed. together. We both sat in the back, alphabetically, and because I can't hear everything as well if I don't sit in the front (don't forget, I'm the hearing-aids girl), I had to keep poking Bryan and ask him what 'Mr. Steroid' was saying. For nearly five months, I had a raging crush burn in my chest [really, you can see the scar tissue (although it might be a bite mark)] and then the class was over. During all this, at lunch-time I would go into my assumed lesbian lover's art class, which he was in. But I never spoke to him or even made eye contact. After Driver's Ed. ended, I kept going into the art class, and kept not speaking to him. Mandy, my assumed lover (which, by actual terms of fate, now actually is a lesbian) one day asked me if I liked anyone. I said no. Here, she started playing a game...

"Do you like Smitler?" (our Nazi principal)
"No."

"Do you like Phillip Little?!" (our freshman football player, soon to turn 21 in 2 wks)
"No."

"Do you like... Alfonzo!?" (a black boy who never paid me my money back, was irreversibly stupid from the drugs, and who had plumber's butt)
"No."

"Do you like Bryan?" ( :wub: :unsure: :ph34r: :wub: :wub: :wub: )
".........................no." BRIGHT RED FACE!
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The next morning, she jumps me from behind then tells me that if I ask him out, he'll say yes. In the art class, I sit there for five minutes, she comes from his direction, and gives me "the drifting eye" so I'll go ask. Here comes the best part - the actual asking out of each other.

I sat down next to him. I said "Hey."
"Yeah?"
I meaningfully say "Okay?"
He pauses. "Okay."

And that is why we're now getting married B)

That story is soooo cute... it brings a tear to my eye :) "Okay?... Okay"

Hell yeah!

That is one hell of a story, make sure you don't forget that...

I'm not as womanly as Meth, but I'll agree that was a sheepishly ripped-from-the-nearest-novella historical anecdote. I don't believe anything! In fact, the lesbian part was the most exciting. Let's hear more about that. And Mandy.

:o Uh.... :huh:

Yeah... We want to hear about you and Mandy B) (There, all better now, me is manly butch dude... grunt)


As macho as one can get with a cute assed Chocobo as their avatar and another in their signature...

Isn't he just cute down there????

Wait, you have a Chocobo down WHERE?!.... hehe. Poor, poor Rahul, thinking any of that story was embellished. Because the story is exactly what it sounded like - a romance novella (but with a lot less sex... maybe) that sounds so cheesy, it can't be anything else other than true.
THIS WILL ALSO BE VERY LONG!
Okay, then. Mandy... *ahem*

Let me first start off my story by saying NOT ALL LESBIANS ARE HOT!!! You silly stereotypical men-people. Mandy, though an awesome friend, was socially deviant (to the point that it even annoyed me sometimes), a tom boy, didn't yet care about boys, hated preppy and/or (usually and) stupid people who got by on their looks and libido. We were the perfect friends for each other B) .

My situation also probably helped... you see, there are reasons that I make jokes about people in painful situations. It's because they're not jokes! :o The average person, by childhood, has instilled a hatred in me (don't worry, by now it's toned down to retribution by Ex-Lax cookies) for others. This is because of utter rejection from being fat and ugly. Forget the rest - it all boiled down to fat and ugly.

We were both complete social rejects, and who better to be your friend than another social reject? So at the age of 12 I had my first friend (no friends beforehand, me is the bookworm!), and it was awesome, because that's when I finally discovered I had vocal cords. We hung out all the time after we started talking, so I guess it was because we were attached at the hip that lesbian rumors started coming.

That lasted for five years. The sixth/last year of it, no one cared about it anymore. I don't know what anyone thought of the sexuality bit anymore, but I do know that's when Bryan and I started dating :)

Meh... keep in mind, you guys asked for it....
This one incident boils everything down beautifully as to why I can't stand the average person; because this all was incurred by 'the average persons.'

The junior high held a christmas dance at our youth center for anyone who wanted to go. It wasn't Dates Only by any means, so Mandy and I went together. This was the first time I ever dressed up and tried to look pretty like everyone else; make-up, hair, nails, dress, the whole bit. Also the last time, really.

Mandy's mom dropped us off and we stayed back from the rest of the group. About fifteen minutes later while we were waiting for the doors to open, someone ran by me and a lot of people started laughing. We hadn't realized it with everyone milling about, but they'd formed a semi-circle around us.

In the end, people had spit snot on us, chewed gum, spit, threw rocks and screamed all kinds of cheap jibes ending with something likes 'faggots' or 'lesbos.' It really felt great for two fourteen-year-old girls. Mandy and I left together but parted ways so we could go to our own homes. When I looked in the mirror, all I saw was that first hunk of snot crusted in my hair and a snow-covered wretch, and I cried myself to sleep.

Between Mandy and I, there was nothing. However, for a long time, we were all each other had. I wish I could say I made that up.

Damn, did I deviate off-topic :mellow:

Viajera said:
Wait, you have a Chocobo down WHERE?!.... hehe. Poor, poor Rahul, thinking any of that story was embellished. Because the story is exactly what it sounded like - a romance novella (but with a lot less sex... maybe) that sounds so cheesy, it can't be anything else other than true.  
THIS WILL ALSO BE VERY LONG!
Okay, then. Mandy... *ahem*

Let me first start off my story by saying NOT ALL LESBIANS ARE HOT!!! You silly stereotypical men-people. Mandy, though an awesome friend, was socially deviant (to the point that it even annoyed me sometimes), a tom boy, didn't yet care about boys, hated preppy and/or (usually and) stupid people who got by on their looks and libido. We were the perfect friends for each other B) .

Who said I expect, or even require them to be hot? Maybe the fact that they are is enough.

My situation also probably helped... you see, there are reasons that I make jokes about people in painful situations. It's because they're not jokes! :o The average person, by childhood, has instilled a hatred in me (don't worry, by now it's toned down to retribution by Ex-Lax cookies) for others. This is because of utter rejection from being fat and ugly. Forget the rest - it all boiled down to fat and ugly.

Well for god's sake, what do you expect if you feed yourself cookies for years before you get the ex-lax formula down?

We were both complete social rejects, and who better to be your friend than another social reject? So at the age of 12 I had my first friend (no friends beforehand, me is the bookworm!), and it was awesome, because that's when I finally discovered I had vocal cords. We hung out all the time after we started talking, so I guess it was because we were attached at the hip that lesbian rumors started coming.

Again, what do you expect if you walk around tribbing each other? "Oh, they're just friends. The pube-to-pube gyrating is just... they're siamese twins or something"

That lasted for five years. The sixth/last year of it, no one cared about it anymore. I don't know what anyone thought of the sexuality bit anymore, but I do know that's when Bryan and I started dating :)

You just denied your origins for a fling from offstage. It'll pass when you hit 23.

Meh... keep in mind, you guys asked for it....
This one incident boils everything down beautifully as to why I can't stand the average person; because this all was incurred by 'the average persons.'

The junior high held a christmas dance at our youth center for anyone who wanted to go. It wasn't Dates Only by any means, so Mandy and I went together. This was the first time I ever dressed up and tried to look pretty like everyone else; make-up, hair, nails, dress, the whole bit. Also the last time, really.

You dressed up for Mandy but not for Bryan? More proof.

Mandy's mom dropped us off and we stayed back from the rest of the group. About fifteen minutes later while we were waiting for the doors to open, someone ran by me and a lot of people started laughing. We hadn't realized it with everyone milling about, but they'd formed a semi-circle around us.

In the end, people had spit snot on us, chewed gum, spit, threw rocks and screamed all kinds of cheap jibes ending with something likes 'faggots' or 'lesbos.' It really felt great for two fourteen-year-old girls. Mandy and I left together but parted ways so we could go to our own homes. When I looked in the mirror, all I saw was that first hunk of snot crusted in my hair and a snow-covered wretch, and I cried myself to sleep.

Sounds like my day-to-day experiences in high school! Valuable learning to lead us all down the path of superiority and common sense.

Between Mandy and I, there was nothing. However, for a long time, we were all each other had. I wish I could say I made that up.

You're right, that was cheesy and sweet.

Sweet cheese? Who would have known.

Although you forget an important social rule; girls dress up for other girls, but for guys, the point is to not dress at all. INSTANT PROOF! bahaha.

But you're right, and you've caught me in a lie. I DO love Mandy! *swoon* And I'll be dialing in soon to proclaim so on the Jerry Springer show. I just need to find trailer-trash-wear first. Oh, well, I suppose two quarters and a piece of tape will work for a shirt.

SUBTOPIC! Lesbianism: I for one, think it would be much easier for two girls to be homosexual as opposed to two males. Not only is society more accepting of the females, or easier (or they just plain think it's hot), but a females body is supposed to typically be beautiful no matter what the state. Men's bodies.... just kind of.... hang there. I have no problem saying that I could have been a lesbian if I wanted to be, and I think it's the same for other girls. But for you guys, do you feel a kind of repugnance/apathy of the thought of guy-to-guy? Give me input, I require it!

Viajera said:
Sweet cheese?  Who would have known. 

Although you forget an important social rule; girls dress up for other girls, but for guys, the point is to not dress at all.  INSTANT PROOF!  bahaha.

Of course, I expected you to say that.

But you're right, and you've caught me in a lie.  I DO love Mandy! *swoon*  And I'll be dialing in soon to proclaim so on the Jerry Springer show.  I just need to find trailer-trash-wear first.  Oh, well, I suppose two quarters and a piece of tape will work for a shirt.

Yay!

SUBTOPIC!  Lesbianism:  I for one, think it would be much easier for two girls to be homosexual as opposed to two males.  Not only is society more accepting of the females, or easier (or they just plain think it's hot), but a females body is supposed to typically be beautiful no matter what the state.  Men's bodies.... just kind of.... hang there.  I have no problem saying that I could have been a lesbian if I wanted to be, and I think it's the same for other girls.  But for you guys, do you feel a kind of repugnance/apathy of the thought of guy-to-guy?  Give me input, I require it!

Lesbianism is far more accepted in society at the moment than male homosexuality, yes. See the L word and hundreds of movies containing lesbian scenes for the sake of it. Or the go-to-commercial animations they have on Yorin here where three girls are playing around with each other and kiss in one scene (wtf).

Guy-to-guy doesn't freak me out, but I'm not personally interested in other males. It might depend on the person, but I have a girlfriend who makes me happy, so I'm not looking.

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Although you forget an important social rule; girls dress up for other girls, but for guys, the point is to not dress at all.  INSTANT PROOF!  bahaha.

Of course, I expected you to say that.

I believe I've been zinged! :blink:

I've had a situation where one of my friends turned to lesbianism purely from sheer annoyance with her not being able to get any guys. As a stern Baptist who believed adamantly and with a sneer that gays went to hell, this was interesting. It lasted for two weeks, until she found out she had a guy interested in her, and she dropped the lesbianism like a hot potato. I've seen girls do that all the time, yet for a male, it can only be one way or the other. What is the differences in the thought process that I'm missing? The only thing I could narrow it to was that 1) a woman's body is generally attractive, so it could be easier to be attracted to a female, despite gender and 2) more acceptance from society. Surely there's more...?

I'm beating a dead horse, methinks

I couldn't tell you, given that I've never been female and therefore can't entirely give you a clear picture for both sides of the equation.

I have a friend who's turned to girls after bad experiences with guys. That sounds stereotypical, but stereotypes are just proof that things work and that reasons are shared by others, so there's nothing wrong with it. If that's a reason to become interested in your gender and it helps you not be lonely, then I think it works for all of us.

Rahul said:
I have a friend who's turned to girls after bad experiences with guys.

I'm the guy who turned a girl. I swear to god, it was the worst hit to my confidence ever. I mean, i'd been dumped before, but she showed up to my door with the other girl, and that 'i'm going to have you crying in your room in 10 min.' look on her face, and life got shitty for the next couple of weeks.

then i discovered alcahol, and things haven't been shitty since.

I'm so interested because I'm the girl that has turned the guy. Except PLURAL. Bryan may be the first guy I've dated, but I've had four potential suitors prior to him, but they all turned gay within six months. I had little ego to begin with, but that blew my little egg up.

My one fear is that underneath, Bryan might one day become gay, or that he is attracted to some innate manliness I have. I wouldn't doubt it - my cross-dressing friends look better in skirts than I do!

You should let him venture off on a lustful adventure of curiosity and new experiences! and then reel him in before he gets there, so you end up with a bisexual boyfriend who's not into 'em enough to go after them for sure, but not averse to a good dual-humping every now and then. It's a win/win situation.

I don't know about you guys, but i think i look rather flattering in a skirt...

i mean, NO I HAVE NEVER WORN A SKIRT...

you can't prove it! i burned the pictures!

This thread turned from interesting to amusing so quickly.

I'm not putting the skirt on again

Rahul said:
You should let him venture off on a lustful adventure of curiosity and new experiences! and then reel him in before he gets there, so you end up with a bisexual boyfriend who's not into 'em enough to go after them for sure, but not averse to a good dual-humping every now and then. It's a win/win situation.

But... but... monogamy? :blink:

From engagement to lesbianism to cross-dressing in less than two full pages; I'm impressed. :lol:

noone said cross-dressing. i had my reasons, and they weren't specifically to dress up as a girl, ok fine, they were, but that was only part of the plan that was enacted in doing so.

Alright, you've sufficiently gotten a raised eyebrow out of me. Explain how that was 'only part' of the plan. I must read this in great detail for my own amusement.