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Zing! Nice one.HeLiXe said:Even worse, the guy could have been the president of BP!
Zing! Nice one.HeLiXe said:Even worse, the guy could have been the president of BP!
http://www.hulu.com/watch/68682/house-house-riffs-on-datingThe slutty party girl is fun until she pukes on her shoes -- then she's just a pain in the ***.
So, was there a 2nd date?SouthGoingZax said:Dinner with a guy that I had liked for soooo long. He is a prof in the math department at the school I'm getting my second degree at, so he was off limits while I took my first intro courses. Partway through, he started looking kind of pale and sweaty. I asked if he was OK and he insisted he was fine. Not too long after, he sort of started sitting oddly and holding his side. Then it hit me: "wow, he looks kinda like one of my patients that comes in with kidney stones!" (I'm an ER nurse)
Sure enough... I was like, not to be weird, but have you been having blood in your urine lately?" Nice, right? He didn't answer me, and I was like, "that's it, you have kidney stones. We're going to the ER!"
Fast-forward to me attempting to drive his stick shift (with lots of jerking back and forth, him howling in pain) I texted a doctor that I work with in the ER and said I was bringing him in and would start an IV on him for morphine if he would be so kind as to come take a look at him and maybe order a renal ultrasound.
The night ended with me having to call his mom and explain that he was at the hospital while he slept off the morphine. Bonus: at least my diagnosis was correct.
Lancelot59 said:Zing! Nice one.
hypatia said:e at the end of the night, laying on a blanket under a perfect starry sky, he sat up, and threw up all over my lap, {new dress} as I jumped up it ran down my leg on to my new sandals.
brainstorm said:That's technique #718 from the guy's dating manual to get a woman to take her clothes off at the end of the evening:)
brainstorm said:That's technique #718 from the guy's dating manual to get a woman to take her clothes off at the end of the evening:)
cronxeh said:HEY. You do not talk about the manual.
I'm not- I actually was on a date on November 22, 1963. Kind of a bummer.DaveC426913 said:Worst date I can think of?
January 28, 1996. I'm too young for November 22, 1963.
https://www.physicsforums.com/showpost.php?p=2730177&postcount=26HallsofIvy said:But January 28, 1996? You were a Pittsburg Steelers fan?
The first rule of the guy's manual is that you do not talk about the guy's manual with females around. It's an injury prevention system as far as I can remember.cronxeh said:HEY. You do not talk about the manual.
Lancelot59 said:The first rule of the guy's manual is that you do not talk about the guy's manual with females around. It's an injury prevention system as far as I can remember.
Or in another much more unpleasant location. A hit in the eye would be pretty difficult as I'm 6'3...unless my attacker happens to be able to do a really high kick.HeLiXe said:Afraid of getting a high heel in the eye are you?
Chronos said:That's why they invented spiked heels and low cut dresses.
FrancisZ said:I don't think this example ought to count as a date, per se; considering it was an open invitation to anyone in the SHU Physics Department, for my birthday dinner. Still, the only person who didn't back out on me--and at the last minute, mind you--was my lab partner Kathleen (who is now a Physics lab professor).
In retrospect, I think she probably didn't want to give me the wrong impression (like she was interested in me other than as her lab chum); so, the whole time was sort of like pulling teeth with her, to order something even vaguely delicious.
It was my birthday, it was dinner, and I invited her; so, I had every intention--and I said so upfront--of paying whatever it turned out to be (there was only 2 of us for crying out loud). But basically, she only ended up ordering a hamburger--and it didn't even have cheese on it; and she drank water the whole time!
This was an Irish cuisine restaurant (certainly, no place for a plain, ordinary hamburger--or so I thought!); and I initially, I figured that I did the right thing by her, considering she was very Irish herself. Still, no dice. Frankly, I don't even remember her having dessert. :(
So Ladies, please let this be a lesson to you: your lab partner WILL ACTUALLY FEED YOU, without expectations!
brainstorm said:Some people are very shy about splurging on someone else's bill. This may have nothing to do with their feelings toward the person paying. They may just dislike accepting gifts, and especially feel uncomfortable to choose more lavish gifts when it is their choice. Often women are especially sensitive to the feeling of being "treated" by a man because they are sensitive to inequality. The same person may feel a lot more comfortable getting whatever they want on their own bill than someone else's.