We were set up for a blind night-after-Christmas date at a mutual friend's home. Turns out, though, she'd been told where I worked and had done stealth reconnaissance in the week prior.

I was assistant manager at a popular wrecka stow at the time. I'd helped hundreds of gorgeous girls and women over the years -- and 99% of them completely escaped a second notice. Funny that when I was introduced to my wife-to-be, I was able to recount to her the entire outfit she'd worn to the store, down to the type and color of hair clip and stocking she had on. I figure that was telling either of love truly meant to be or that I was that much of a queen that I'd notice her accessories.

Lammastide said:

We were set up for a blind night-after-Christmas date at a mutual friend's home. Turns out, though, she'd been told where I worked and had done stealth reconnaissance in the week prior.

I was assistant manager at a popular wrecka stow at the time. I'd helped hundreds of gorgeous girls and women over the years -- and 99% of them completely escaped a second notice. Funny that when I was introduced to my wife-to-be, I was able to recount to her the entire outfit she'd worn to the store, down to the type and color of hair clip and stocking she had on. I figure that was telling either of love truly meant to be or that I was that much of a queen that I'd notice her accessories.

and in equal measures

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]

I love this story, but I'm confused...

You met him at a club where you were reigning Miss Cartwheel... but later you had to tell him this. So were you not in drag on that first night?

Fauxie said:

Lammastide said:

We were set up for a blind night-after-Christmas date at a mutual friend's home. Turns out, though, she'd been told where I worked and had done stealth reconnaissance in the week prior.

I was assistant manager at a popular wrecka stow at the time. I'd helped hundreds of gorgeous girls and women over the years -- and 99% of them completely escaped a second notice. Funny that when I was introduced to my wife-to-be, I was able to recount to her the entire outfit she'd worn to the store, down to the type and color of hair clip and stocking she had on. I figure that was telling either of love truly meant to be or that I was that much of a queen that I'd notice her accessories.

and in equal measures

Though having said that... I remember my wife was wearing a black t-shirt, long denim skirt and some white sneaker type shoes with a 3 or 4 inch sole on them and she was buzzing off her tits on yaa-baa. Bad stuff, but she seemed like the only girl there who was there purely to dance her ass off and enjoy herself (for solely her benefit) and not to snag a guy. She stood out.

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Fauxie said:

Fauxie said:

and in equal measures

Though having said that... I remember my wife was wearing a black t-shirt, long denim skirt and some white sneaker type shoes with a 3 or 4 inch sole on them and she was buzzing off her tits on amphetamines.

Were you wired as well?

Lammastide said:

Fauxie said:

Though having said that... I remember my wife was wearing a black t-shirt, long denim skirt and some white sneaker type shoes with a 3 or 4 inch sole on them and she was buzzing off her tits on amphetamines.

Were you wired as well?

I wasn't. I was green behind the ears, not looking for anything, not flirting, not a one-night stand or buying drinks for and taking home a bargirl (even though it was Bangkok!) let alone finding the love of my life. I was just backpacking with a friend, hanging out in a western-style sports bar because the air-conditioning was good, they had a decent selection of beer, and it seemed like a busy, popular place. Been together over ten years.

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[Edited 8/26/11 5:55am]

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.

In my best Karen Walker...

Um...honey? You're not supposed to marry the groupie. 'kay?

Met my bf at a friend’s bday party. I noticed him immediately when I got there, but played it kinda coy. Made a point to talk to him later in the evening and he ended up buying me a drink. We spent the rest of the night talking and flirting.

The next day I sent him a friend request on facebook and within a few hours he accepted and sent me a note asking me out and included about 5 different ways to contact him (phone numbers, email addresses and alternate email addresses).

I think there’s a few threads around here somewhere that detail the rest from there.

JoeTyler said:

At the public library

You'r not single anymore?

I met my sweetie through an online dating site I had gone on a lot of dates and didn't really meet anyone that I could see something with, so I was about ready to quit when he sent me this ridiculously long message It made me laugh so I gave him my info. We chatted online and on the phone and via webcam and we completely hit it off and met within a week. I'd never been so nervous to go on a date before 'cause I felt like I really liked him, but I didn't want to build up this image and be disappointed. I immediately kissed him upon meeting him in person Thankfully we had an awesome time together or that would've been extra weird We've been together ever since then

dJJ said:

JoeTyler said:

At the public library

You'r not single anymore?

lol

the title says current partner (or last one night stand)

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.

[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???

Lawd girl it wasn't an 80's porn. We weren't wearing neon half-shirts and headbands.

Well, he wasn't.

Genesia said:

Oh, and..."Miss Cartwheel."

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

No cartwheels are involved in winning the title. It was just the name of the club.

I never did cartwheels or flips or any of that un-lady-like mess the queens do now-a-days.

johnart said:

tinaz said:

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???

Lawd girl it wasn't an 80's porn. We weren't wearing neon half-shirts and headbands.

Well, he wasn't.

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Lammastide 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.

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

I love this story, but I'm confused...

You met him at a club where you were reigning Miss Cartwheel... but later you had to tell him this. So were you not in drag on that first night?

No no no, I was not in drag.
I never pursued dating any dudes that approached me in drag because they wanted me looking like a woman. One dude wanted to date me (well my stage persona) and offered to pay for treatments. He was real swet and handsome too. Just wasn't the path for me.

Genesia said:

johnart said:

Lawd girl it wasn't an 80's porn. We weren't wearing neon half-shirts and headbands.

Well, he wasn't.

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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.

Meet my husband at a party of a mutual friends apartment in NY city. I was pushed into agreeing I'd show him around Chicago when he moved here.

tinaz said:

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

Quarter; derives from the latin word "quartus" (I think it means as much as "the fourth").

(Not trying to be a smartass, but isn't the pronounciation in [any] English a give-away? I'm seriously asking out of interest, because as a non-native I'd never think about leaving the "r" out, because of how the word is pronounced. Is this awareness "trained" and "learned"?)

I first saw her at a nightclub, then i didn't see her for two months. All this time i couldn't get her out of my head.

Then bang!!.. there she was again leather skirt and drop dead gorgeous, at the same club. My chest was beating like a drum there was no way i was gonna let this slip again so i walked right up to her and asked her to dance (she laughed) we danced and talked all night.

Later on that night i took her to a house party where i dragged the poor girl into the toilet and snogged the face off her i asked her 'can i court you' lol what a tit , i was 20!!!

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Walking along a beach...

Dave1992 said:

tinaz said:

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

Quarter; derives from the latin word "quartus" (I think it means as much as "the fourth").

(Not trying to be a smartass, but isn't the pronounciation in [any] English a give-away? I'm seriously asking out of interest, because as a non-native I'd never think about leaving the "r" out, because of how the word is pronounced. Is this awareness "trained" and "learned"?)

I left the R out by accident because I had typed the word 50 million times and out of frustration I over looked it

johnart said:

tinaz said:

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???

Lawd girl it wasn't an 80's porn. We weren't wearing neon half-shirts and headbands.

Well, he wasn't.

You could of just placated me anyway...

Im into using big words now..

TheFreakerFantastic said:

Walking along a beach...

elaborate please

SexLovely said:

My bed. The next morning...

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U met up with the fat bird again....

What cool thread! Y'all's stories are so sweet! and funny!!!

I met Yun on my friend's stag do of all weekend. I was a little drunk but she fell for my coquettish charm I think. Apparently I said that I 'liked' her and that was enough. We had a kiss in front of a curious looking dog.

tinaz said:

johnart said:

Lawd girl it wasn't an 80's porn. We weren't wearing neon half-shirts and headbands.

Well, he wasn't.

You could of just placated me anyway...

Im into using big words now..

Big words like... "could of" ?

dJJ said:

TheFreakerFantastic said:

Walking along a beach...

elaborate please

I had gone to the sea to get over my last relationship which I ended after 4 years and to clear my head after a declaration of love to a friend got rejected.

I was wandering along the sea front and a girl appeared and we caught each other's eye.

I then went sunbathing on the cliff above and when I came back down I saw her wandering around at the foot of the cliff too. She then disappeared down another path but then seemed to reappear almost behind me, she then overtook me and stopped at a cafe. I then thought 'hey, maybe I should try talking to her'. I felt chemistry between us. I hung around the beach and took pictures and then looked over and caught her taking a pic of me. I then started walking along the beach again as she finished her drink and started walking too.

Our paths along the beach then converged and I felt I then had to make some small talk or something. We then got talking about life and relationships etc, i found that she was an au pair from London and she told me that she had a strong feeling to come to the beach that day (strange as its not really a tourist spot). She was quite spiritual.

I then offered to drive her back to the town she was staying (Brighton) so I did and we had dinner together. We then met up about a week later and hooked up!

We have chemistry but not sure if its gonna be a ltr or a summer fling, we argue quite a bit sometimes, but its nice to have after the seriousness of an ltr.

My former GF, who I was with for 4 years, we met at Chicago airport waiting for a plane, it was ironic as I wasn't orginally meant to be at that airport but my firm at the time did the booking via Chicago rather than direct from Florida. We got talking and met up in London a couple of weeks later and got together

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