Just wondering.

My bed. The next morning...

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At the studio first then again at an outdoor jazz show

At his gig

Two blocks away from my house, on route to the busstop/butcherstore.

In a ditch.

we met over an overheated Playstation and Gran Tourismo laps...

At the quater (HOW THE FUCK YOU SPELL 25 CENTS) Anyway... at that game table at a party thrown by a girl I hate.. well hated, it has been over 25 years

I met her in Khao San Road in Bangkok, where all the wonderful, reliable, genuine women are.

She worked in a bar/guesthouse in a street nearby. I 'lived' there for a time in a tiny room with a single bed. Lawd. I was 19 and ripe for getting fucked over. It's a bloody miracle things went the way they did, and I wouldn't recommend that guys should expect to find real love around there, but still, how could I resist?

So glad we met.

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at a dance club

Met my wife when we were 12 years old. We went to school together thru junior and high school, became the best of friends sophomore year when she "blossomed". I was trying my damndest to get in her pants and she wouldnt give me the time of day seeing as she was in love with me from 8th grade on and I never paid her any attention. Told me I was a dog and we could only be friends, but flirted with me all the time. She watched as I had girlfriend after girlfriend (I told her I would drop them all if I could have her but she wasnt buying it) and I watched her date a few scrubs that I was ready to murder for having the gall to talk to "my girl".

Finally, after graduation, she came into my work one day and asked me to go bowling. I said "Cool...is this a date?" And she said "We'll see..."

The rest is history.

At a picnic connected with an outdoor concert series that happens every summer in Madison. I went as my dad's date (my mom was out of town). It's a long (but awesome) story.

Sweetie told me later that, when he saw me there with my dad, he thought, "What is that beautiful woman doing with that old man?"

Genesia said:

At a picnic connected with an outdoor concert series that happens every summer in Madison. I went as my dad's date (my mom was out of town). It's a long (but awesome) story.

Sweetie told me later that, when he saw me there with my dad, he thought, "What is that beautiful woman doing with that old man?"

that happens to me all the time when I am out and about with my HUSBAND

or so he loves to joke (people have asked if I am his niece or something for REAL )

RenHoek said:

we met over an overheated Playstation and Gran Tourismo laps...

Probably the single best way to meet a woman that I have read.

i met my husband at church in rio de janeiro brazil while on a missionary trip.

In the parking lot of my apartment complex. He approached me for a cigarette and struck up a conversation. Turns out we went to the same school and knew a lot of the same people. I invited him to my apartment for a few drinks the following Friday night. We drank some beer and Jim Beam and Coke and was listening to music.

I started out playing funk and then I turned off the lights, turned on the lava lamp, and started playing my famous slow jam mix. I told him I'd better change the music because it was turning me on and making me want to do some of those filthy unnatural thangs and didn't have anyone to do them with. He asked me what kind of things I was talking about and I told him he'd never understand if I told him. He told me I'd be surprised and that his "pole" was hard. I said "Well, lemme seeeee it honey" and the bastard pulled out a greaaaaaaat big ole black dick as big as a cucumber. I worked on that motherfucker a while and the son of a bitch couldn't come because he was too drunk. I took that bastard up to the bedroom and slept with one hand on his back so I would wake up if he moved because I didn't trust the bastard. After a few hours, I worked on that motherfucker again and the motherfucker squealed like a pig while he came.

The bastard asked me if I had $10 he could have and I acted as if I didn't hear it but I heard it and it pissed me the fuck off. As the motherfucker laid there trying to sleep, I kept whispering in his ear asking him if he could see a polka dotted elephant in the corner of the room. He kept saying "What?" and I kept whispering and asking over and over. I told him I had spent time in a mental institution and was fine as long as I took my medicine but I wasn't supposed to drink with the medicine and I had drank that evening. I kept asking if he saw the polka dot elephant and he kept saying no. I told him that I got very violent the last time I saw it and tried to kill someone and that's why they locked me up for a while. I rubbed his bare chest and his heart was throbbing in his chest. I kept telling him that the elephant was coming closer and I was getting scared. He said..."I'm getting the hell out of here"...and put his clothes on and got the fuck out in the middle of the night. That'll teach the bastard to ask me for a damn thing.

vainandy said:

In the parking lot of my apartment complex. He approached me for a cigarette and struck up a conversation. Turns out we went to the same school and knew a lot of the same people. I invited him to my apartment for a few drinks the following Friday night. We drank some beer and Jim Beam and Coke and was listening to music.

I started out playing funk and then I turned off the lights, turned on the lava lamp, and started playing my famous slow jam mix. I told him I'd better change the music because it was turning me on and making me want to do some of those filthy unnatural thangs and didn't have anyone to do them with. He asked me what kind of things I was talking about and I told him he'd never understand if I told him. He told me I'd be surprised and that his "pole" was hard. I said "Well, lemme seeeee it honey" and the bastard pulled out a greaaaaaaat big ole black dick as big as a cucumber. I worked on that motherfucker a while and the son of a bitch couldn't come because he was too drunk. I took that bastard up to the bedroom and slept with one hand on his back so I would wake up if he moved because I didn't trust the bastard. After a few hours, I worked on that motherfucker again and the motherfucker squealed like a pig while he came.

The bastard asked me if I had $10 he could have and I acted as if I didn't hear it but I heard it and it pissed me the fuck off. As the motherfucker laid there trying to sleep, I kept whispering in his ear asking him if he could see a polka dotted elephant in the corner of the room. He kept saying "What?" and I kept whispering and asking over and over. I told him I had spent time in a mental institution and was fine as long as I took my medicine but I wasn't supposed to drink with the medicine and I had drank that evening. I kept asking if he saw the polka dot elephant and he kept saying no. I told him that I got very violent the last time I saw it and tried to kill someone and that's why they locked me up for a while. I rubbed his bare chest and his heart was throbbing in his chest. I kept telling him that the elephant was coming closer and I was getting scared. He said..."I'm getting the hell out of here"...and put his clothes on and got the fuck out in the middle of the night. That'll teach the bastard to ask me for a damn thing.

In front of a hotel at 4AM. We were both really drunk, so it kinda took off naturally.

Yeah, yeah. Pitiful, I know.

vainandy said:

In the parking lot of my apartment complex. He approached me for a cigarette and struck up a conversation. Turns out we went to the same school and knew a lot of the same people. I invited him to my apartment for a few drinks the following Friday night. We drank some beer and Jim Beam and Coke and was listening to music.

I started out playing funk and then I turned off the lights, turned on the lava lamp, and started playing my famous slow jam mix. I told him I'd better change the music because it was turning me on and making me want to do some of those filthy unnatural thangs and didn't have anyone to do them with. He asked me what kind of things I was talking about and I told him he'd never understand if I told him. He told me I'd be surprised and that his "pole" was hard. I said "Well, lemme seeeee it honey" and the bastard pulled out a greaaaaaaat big ole black dick as big as a cucumber. I worked on that motherfucker a while and the son of a bitch couldn't come because he was too drunk. I took that bastard up to the bedroom and slept with one hand on his back so I would wake up if he moved because I didn't trust the bastard. After a few hours, I worked on that motherfucker again and the motherfucker squealed like a pig while he came.

The bastard asked me if I had $10 he could have and I acted as if I didn't hear it but I heard it and it pissed me the fuck off. As the motherfucker laid there trying to sleep, I kept whispering in his ear asking him if he could see a polka dotted elephant in the corner of the room. He kept saying "What?" and I kept whispering and asking over and over. I told him I had spent time in a mental institution and was fine as long as I took my medicine but I wasn't supposed to drink with the medicine and I had drank that evening. I kept asking if he saw the polka dot elephant and he kept saying no. I told him that I got very violent the last time I saw it and tried to kill someone and that's why they locked me up for a while. I rubbed his bare chest and his heart was throbbing in his chest. I kept telling him that the elephant was coming closer and I was getting scared. He said..."I'm getting the hell out of here"...and put his clothes on and got the fuck out in the middle of the night. That'll teach the bastard to ask me for a damn thing.

Met Ron at a club I used to perform at called The Cartwheel.

Matter of fact I was the reigning Miss Cartwheel when I met him.

As outgoing as I am in other aspects of my life (or on stage) I've never been one to approach someone and tell them I was interested. He and I kept making eyes at each other during the eve. I was sitting at the bar (shut up) and he was nearby. Some drunk dude kept hitting on him and he would roll his eyes about him in my direction and we'd laugh about it with each other from across the way. He eventually went off to the other room and after a while I went back there but didn't see him. I described him to my friends and they said "Oh he's really nice you should go talk to him" so I ran back to the front in hopes he was there but he wasn't. I was so pissed at myself. So I went back to the bar .

A few minutes later Ron came back in and comes up to me. He says "Look, I have to go to work early so I have to go home. My car's running out front but here's my number. Call me." and hands me a piece of paper.

I'm like "When?" Cause you know how your friends be all "ooh gurrl wait 3 days before u call, or act like u not really that interested or this and the other" but half of them heifers don't have a man.

So he says: "Tomorrow"

So I say: "What time?"

That was a Monday night. We went on a date to a club called the Den in New Brunswick NJ on that Wed. I was a good girl and didn't put out or try to get freaky in the parking lot...cuz I'm a lady like that. Just kissed him goodnight.

That Saturday I helped him move to his new apartment.

I stayed over and put out like a whore.

That was 14+ years ago.

EDIT:

OH the reason I mentioned being Miss Cartwheel was because when you're a drag queen a lot of dudes pass you over because they have all sorts of misconceptions that you wanna be a chick or are a cross dresser (in the boo-dwarr), or it's just not cool cause it's not "straight-acting" like they or their friends might be so I was afraid to tell him who I was in drag. During one of our dates a week or two in I knew I had to bring it up and he turned out to already know and be a fan.

[Edited 8/25/11 23:52pm]

ZombieKitten said:

Genesia said:

At a picnic connected with an outdoor concert series that happens every summer in Madison. I went as my dad's date (my mom was out of town). It's a long (but awesome) story.

Sweetie told me later that, when he saw me there with my dad, he thought, "What is that beautiful woman doing with that old man?"

that happens to me all the time when I am out and about with my HUSBAND

or so he loves to joke (people have asked if I am his niece or something for REAL )

When my wife and I have gone out and ended up drinking with some backpackers or whatever, especially if I'm looking scruffy with my hair and beard all unkempt, several times the women have said to me something along the lines of "you did really well" and I know exactly what they're trying to say.

johnart said:

Met Ron at a club I used to perform at called The Cartwheel.

Matter of fact I was the reigning Miss Cartwheel when I met him.

As outgoing as I am in other aspects of my life (or on stage) I've never been one to approach someone and tell them I was interested. He and I kept making eyes at each other during the eve. I was sitting at the bar (shut up) and he was nearby. Some drunk dude kept hitting on him and he would roll his eyes about him in my direction and we'd laugh about it with each other from across the way. He eventually went off to the other room and after a while I went back there but didn't see him. I described him to my friends and they said "Oh he's really nice you should go talk to him" so I ran back to the front in hopes he was there but he wasn't. I was so pissed at myself. So I went back to the bar .

A few minutes later Ron came back in and comes up to me. He says "Look, I have to go to work early so I have to go home. My car's running out front but here's my number. Call me." and hands me a piece of paper.

I'm like "When?" Cause you know how your friends be all "ooh gurrl wait 3 days before u call, or act like u not really that interested or this and the other" but half of them heifers don't have a man.

So he says: "Tomorrow"

So I say: "What time?"

That was a Monday night. We went on a date to a club called the Den in New Brunswick NJ on that Wed. I was a good girl and didn't put out or try to get freaky in the parking lot...cuz I'm a lady like that. Just kissed him goodnight.

That Saturday I helped him move to his new apartment.

I stayed over and put out like a whore.

That was 14+ years ago.

EDIT:

OH the reason I mentioned being Miss Cartwheel was because when you're a drag queen a lot of dudes pass you over because they have all sorts of misconceptions that you wanna be a chick or are a cross dresser (in the boo-dwarr), or it's just not cool cause it's not "straight-acting" like they or their friends might be so I was afraid to tell him who I was in drag. During one of our dates a week or two in I knew I had to bring it up and he turned out to already know and be a fan.

[Edited 8/25/11 23:52pm]

So was there blatant sexual tension between you two while you were lifting all those heavy boxes, grunting as you bent over to pick them up, muscles straining from under your sweat soaked shirts, and you had to take them off cuz it was really hot in there.... Was there?.... WAS THERE???

On my vacation.

tinaz said:

johnart said:

Met Ron at a club I used to perform at called The Cartwheel.

Matter of fact I was the reigning Miss Cartwheel when I met him.

As outgoing as I am in other aspects of my life (or on stage) I've never been one to approach someone and tell them I was interested. He and I kept making eyes at each other during the eve. I was sitting at the bar (shut up) and he was nearby. Some drunk dude kept hitting on him and he would roll his eyes about him in my direction and we'd laugh about it with each other from across the way. He eventually went off to the other room and after a while I went back there but didn't see him. I described him to my friends and they said "Oh he's really nice you should go talk to him" so I ran back to the front in hopes he was there but he wasn't. I was so pissed at myself. So I went back to the bar .

A few minutes later Ron came back in and comes up to me. He says "Look, I have to go to work early so I have to go home. My car's running out front but here's my number. Call me." and hands me a piece of paper.

I'm like "When?" Cause you know how your friends be all "ooh gurrl wait 3 days before u call, or act like u not really that interested or this and the other" but half of them heifers don't have a man.

So he says: "Tomorrow"

So I say: "What time?"

That was a Monday night. We went on a date to a club called the Den in New Brunswick NJ on that Wed. I was a good girl and didn't put out or try to get freaky in the parking lot...cuz I'm a lady like that. Just kissed him goodnight.

That Saturday I helped him move to his new apartment.

I stayed over and put out like a whore.

That was 14+ years ago.

EDIT:

OH the reason I mentioned being Miss Cartwheel was because when you're a drag queen a lot of dudes pass you over because they have all sorts of misconceptions that you wanna be a chick or are a cross dresser (in the boo-dwarr), or it's just not cool cause it's not "straight-acting" like they or their friends might be so I was afraid to tell him who I was in drag. During one of our dates a week or two in I knew I had to bring it up and he turned out to already know and be a fan.

So was there blatant sexual tension between you two while you were lifting all those heavy boxes, grunting as you bent over to pick them up, muscles straining from under your sweat soaked shirts, and you had to take them off cuz it was really hot in there.... Was there?.... WAS THERE???

Oh, and..."Miss Cartwheel."

You gotta be an expert at "the tuck" to pull off a cartwheel in drag.

ZombieKitten said:

Genesia said:

At a picnic connected with an outdoor concert series that happens every summer in Madison. I went as my dad's date (my mom was out of town). It's a long (but awesome) story.

Sweetie told me later that, when he saw me there with my dad, he thought, "What is that beautiful woman doing with that old man?"

that happens to me all the time when I am out and about with my HUSBAND

or so he loves to joke (people have asked if I am his niece or something for REAL )

That happens to me all the time too! Except they always think I'm his daughter... especially hostesses at restaurants for some reason.

But to answer the question, we used to work together and started dating from there.

at the gym.

At the public library

[Edited 8/26/11 5:32am]