oedipusrexy said:

TrevorAyer said:

oed .. i just don't get what prince didn't see in you .. i guess he just doesn't like feisty women .. shame

Let me see, what went wrong...... Perhaps it was my fit of hysterics when he screened some scenes from 9 and half weeks....... Or maybe my silent horror when he insisted on feeding me my greens when we ate. I still enjoyed hanging out with him though ( perhaps purely for the glory by association) but I think he eventually figured out I wasn't the optimum type for his philosophical leanings. I didn't pass the 'empty vessel to be filled by Prince' test. I actually had a brain. Too bad for him, he didn't realise the treasure that came his way. My highly developed critical analysis skills would have been very useful for his career, especially with the prevention of some of that lazy crap he's released ever since. But then again, I think I would have roundhouse kicked his head in if he tried to pull those "don't call me I'll call you" stunts that he pulled with his first wife. Now one thing I have always wondered and perhaps some of you purple nuts can shed some light. Why do you think he would place a series of professional shots of Mayte over a table, some of her face, and some of her belly dancing and ask me what I thought. I was confused then, and still confused about that one even now!

Maybe he was just trying to mess with you, or maybe he was trying to see if Mayte makes other women jealous (which might be somehow important? I dunno.)

oedipusrexy said:

TrevorAyer said:

oed .. i just don't get what prince didn't see in you .. i guess he just doesn't like feisty women .. shame

Let me see, what went wrong...... Perhaps it was my fit of hysterics when he screened some scenes from 9 and half weeks....... Or maybe my silent horror when he insisted on feeding me my greens when we ate. I still enjoyed hanging out with him though ( perhaps purely for the glory by association) but I think he eventually figured out I wasn't the optimum type for his philosophical leanings. I didn't pass the 'empty vessel to be filled by Prince' test. I actually had a brain. Too bad for him, he didn't realise the treasure that came his way. My highly developed critical analysis skills would have been very useful for his career, especially with the prevention of some of that lazy crap he's released ever since. But then again, I think I would have roundhouse kicked his head in if he tried to pull those "don't call me I'll call you" stunts that he pulled with his first wife. Now one thing I have always wondered and perhaps some of you purple nuts can shed some light. Why do you think he would place a series of professional shots of Mayte over a table, some of her face, and some of her belly dancing and ask me what I thought. I was confused then, and still confused about that one even now!

well if purple rain is any indication of prince true to life .. and we all know it is .. he likes to fuck with womens heads .. of course the women in purple rain were like .. omg he's so awesome because he's fucking with my head .. but in real life you need to be dumber than shit to put up or be turned on by that .. or maybe just young and too naive to know when ur being fucked with .. either way .. prince likely has a huge genius ego complex .. being compared to mozart and all .. its prevelant all over the org .. people acting like no other musician on the planet can play more than one instrument or write 40 songs per album to widdle down to a 10 song record .. fact is thats the way MOST musicians work and prince is just one of many at his level .. and fact is most people are capable of some sort of genius in some area of their life .. prince isn't THAT special .. if his claims are true that he wants to do to your head what he can do to your body, than prince clearly thinks he can blow peoples minds as well as their genetalia .. so if thats his game and ur laughing at him for it cuz lets face it .. its kinda silly .. i can see how he might get a lil pouty and confused .. poor guy .. he just didn't know how to handle you ..

oedipusrexy said:

TrevorAyer said:

oed .. i just don't get what prince didn't see in you .. i guess he just doesn't like feisty women .. shame

Let me see, what went wrong...... Perhaps it was my fit of hysterics when he screened some scenes from 9 and half weeks....... Or maybe my silent horror when he insisted on feeding me my greens when we ate. I still enjoyed hanging out with him though ( perhaps purely for the glory by association) but I think he eventually figured out I wasn't the optimum type for his philosophical leanings. I didn't pass the 'empty vessel to be filled by Prince' test. I actually had a brain. Too bad for him, he didn't realise the treasure that came his way. My highly developed critical analysis skills would have been very useful for his career, especially with the prevention of some of that lazy crap he's released ever since. But then again, I think I would have roundhouse kicked his head in if he tried to pull those "don't call me I'll call you" stunts that he pulled with his first wife. Now one thing I have always wondered and perhaps some of you purple nuts can shed some light. Why do you think he would place a series of professional shots of Mayte over a table, some of her face, and some of her belly dancing and ask me what I thought. I was confused then, and still confused about that one even now!

well if purple rain is any indication of prince true to life .. and we all know it is .. he likes to fuck with womens heads .. of course the women in purple rain were like .. omg he's so awesome because he's fucking with my head .. but in real life you need to be dumber than shit to put up or be turned on by that .. or maybe just young and too naive to know when ur being fucked with .. either way .. prince likely has a huge genius ego complex .. being compared to mozart and all .. its prevelant all over the org .. people acting like no other musician on the planet can play more than one instrument or write 40 songs per album to widdle down to a 10 song record .. fact is thats the way MOST musicians work and prince is just one of many at his level .. and fact is most people are capable of some sort of genius in some area of their life .. prince isn't THAT special .. if his claims are true that he wants to do to your head what he can do to your body, than prince clearly thinks he can blow peoples minds as well as their genetalia .. so if thats his game and ur laughing at him for it cuz lets face it .. its kinda silly .. i can see how he might get a lil pouty and confused .. poor guy .. he just didn't know how to handle you ..

catpark said:

excited said:

i hope one day u do have a daughter.. i swear, this stuck up response will come back 2 bite u on the arse!!

This.

Because if shes a so called 'ho' then what does that make Prince? sexual predator? pimp? It takes two to tango ya know. Its amazes me how in the 21st century that some people still think a women should be called a 'ho' for having an interesting sex life but for a man there seen as studs.

It never ceases to amaze me how many people think that just because society excepts a behaviour from one group it is a justification for that behaviour in another group.

And Prince has a song where he threatens to rape a chick in a bath, he is a god damm sexual manbeast, and we love him for that.

TrevorAyer said:

oedipusrexy said:

Let me see, what went wrong...... Perhaps it was my fit of hysterics when he screened some scenes from 9 and half weeks....... Or maybe my silent horror when he insisted on feeding me my greens when we ate. I still enjoyed hanging out with him though ( perhaps purely for the glory by association) but I think he eventually figured out I wasn't the optimum type for his philosophical leanings. I didn't pass the 'empty vessel to be filled by Prince' test. I actually had a brain. Too bad for him, he didn't realise the treasure that came his way. My highly developed critical analysis skills would have been very useful for his career, especially with the prevention of some of that lazy crap he's released ever since. But then again, I think I would have roundhouse kicked his head in if he tried to pull those "don't call me I'll call you" stunts that he pulled with his first wife. Now one thing I have always wondered and perhaps some of you purple nuts can shed some light. Why do you think he would place a series of professional shots of Mayte over a table, some of her face, and some of her belly dancing and ask me what I thought. I was confused then, and still confused about that one even now!

well if purple rain is any indication of prince true to life .. and we all know it is .. he likes to fuck with womens heads .. of course the women in purple rain were like .. omg he's so awesome because he's fucking with my head .. but in real life you need to be dumber than shit to put up or be turned on by that .. or maybe just young and too naive to know when ur being fucked with .. either way .. prince likely has a huge genius ego complex .. being compared to mozart and all .. its prevelant all over the org .. people acting like no other musician on the planet can play more than one instrument or write 40 songs per album to widdle down to a 10 song record .. fact is thats the way MOST musicians work and prince is just one of many at his level .. and fact is most people are capable of some sort of genius in some area of their life .. prince isn't THAT special .. if his claims are true that he wants to do to your head what he can do to your body, than prince clearly thinks he can blow peoples minds as well as their genetalia .. so if thats his game and ur laughing at him for it cuz lets face it .. its kinda silly .. i can see how he might get a lil pouty and confused .. poor guy .. he just didn't know how to handle you ..

Too true Trev. Mozart my ass. But then again, Mozart kicked the bucket at 35, I think that's when Prince's creative career kicked the bucket too. There was perhaps a few stray, lukewarm sparks of brilliance here and there, but nothing that could affect the masses like those earlier works. That's what happens when you're a self obsessed asshole that tries to inflict inferiority complexes on vulnerable young girls and that's what all those lame protege albums are all about too. Making sure that they know who's master. I'm so glad I ran the fuck away, literally!

Hello, I'm a total newbie but I've been reading this forum for a little while now.

Obviously no one can really know what happened between Prince and Oedi. Parts of it sound legit and parts of it sound like all the weird things we know about Prince put into one meeting. Could all be real though.

In regards to security approaching women on behalf of the celebrity though, that seems real to me. About a year ago I was at an after party with a celeb and had his security guard ask for my name and number on celebs behalf. He then asked if I wanted to go and meet him; an offer I turned down considering I'd spent the past hour watching the celeb stand in the corner of the room picking out women he liked and then disappearing into a back room. Then, the women who were approached by the security went into this back room, one by one, and returned about 10 mins later. It seemed like a really sleazy audition process (which is why I refused when I was asked.)

Seems like this is just the way it's done with celebs.

Sadly, I've had no such luck with Prince though. Doubt I would have refused ANY offer from him.

oedipusrexy said:I'm so glad I ran the fuck away, literally!

Literally?

Oh come on... you at least have to tell us that story!

Pentacle said:

oedipusrexy said:

I was hoping someone else would emerge so that we could compare notes.

Don't you mean 'compare rates'?

Oh, and Catpark: of course Prince is a sexual predator! He's a pretty sad individual.

NO HES NOT. I was refering to 'whats good for the goose is good for the gander......' He said at an aftershow once, something about when he was younger all the girls would ignore him and only look at his friends instead they weren't interested in him, something about him being at back and his friends in front, can't remember the exact words (its on some bootleg) but althought it seemed like it was said jokingly and the audience was giggling (Prince wasnt laughing tho), it was never a truer word said in jest moment. Now when hes become famous people are falliing all over him for his attention, and hes become like a kid in a sweet shop when it comes to getting what he wants, including sex. Which i think most would people would do if they were in his position. And I'm sure 99% of you lot on here (including you the hetero men) would bend over for Prince if you had the opportunity. The ones complaining are just jealous coz they wanna badly fuck him too.

catpark said:

Pentacle said:

Don't you mean 'compare rates'?

Oh, and Catpark: of course Prince is a sexual predator! He's a pretty sad individual.

NO HES NOT. I was refering to 'whats good for the goose is good for the gander......' He said at an aftershow once, something about when he was younger all the girls would ignore him and only look at his friends instead they weren't interested in him, something about him being at back and his friends in front, can't remember the exact words (its on some bootleg) but althought it seemed like it was said jokingly and the audience was giggling (Prince wasnt laughing tho), it was never a truer word said in jest moment. Now when hes become famous people are falliing all over him for his attention, and hes become like a kid in a sweet shop when it comes to getting what he wants, including sex. Which i think most would people would do if they were in his position. And I'm sure 99% of you lot on here (including you the hetero men) would bend over for Prince if you had the opportunity. The ones complaining are just jealous coz they wanna badly fuck him too.

Someone is clearly, still, extremely bitter.

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Azz said:

Someone is clearly, still, extremely bitter.

[Edited 6/18/12 13:08pm]

What's with all this "bitter" nonsense? It's called "necessary resentment," and this lady has the right to feel that way, for whatever reasons. There is nothing illogical about her disposition about this matter.

I mean, for example, if someone intentionally punched you straight in the face, shattered your nose, and permanently left you scarred without the ability to breathe for the rest of your life, would you forever loathe that individual, or, would you strangely just "get over it" and send that person a Thank You card?

WaterInYourBath said:

Azz said:

Someone is clearly, still, extremely bitter.

What's with all this "bitter" nonsense? It's called "necessary resentment," and this lady has the right to feel that way, for whatever reasons. There is nothing illogical about her disposition about this matter.

I mean, for example, if someone intentionally punched you straight in the face, shattered your nose, and permanently left you scarred without the ability to breathe for the rest of your life, would you forever loathe that individual, or, would you strangely just "get over it" and send that person a Thank You card?

You're comparing being brutally beaten with someone being chapped over a situation in which she was a willing participant and simply didn't get what she wanted out of it? Seriously?

Genesia said:

WaterInYourBath said:

What's with all this "bitter" nonsense? It's called "necessary resentment," and this lady has the right to feel that way, for whatever reasons. There is nothing illogical about her disposition about this matter.

I mean, for example, if someone intentionally punched you straight in the face, shattered your nose, and permanently left you scarred without the ability to breathe for the rest of your life, would you forever loathe that individual, or, would you strangely just "get over it" and send that person a Thank You card?

You're comparing being brutally beaten with someone being chapped over a situation in which she was a willing participant and simply didn't get what she wanted out of it? Seriously?

Yeah, "seriously."

Men are always telling women to "get over" being "bitter" about mistreatment from a man, whether mental or physical, and never understand grudges for such experiences. So, I made a hypothetical they can possibly relate to: Receiving a sudden, undue haymaker in the face. Would they get over that? Likely not. If you as a female can't understand what I meant, then, oh well.

And how do you know she "didn't get what she wanted out of it?" What I gathered from her words is that she was shellshocked by a nut who wanted something from her, which she declined, rather than the other way around. That is so not hard to believe.

This thread would be better if we told our own groupie stories.

I've had a few groupies in my time. I bet some of y'all have, too.

RodeoSchro said:

This thread would be better if we told our own groupie stories.

I've had a few groupies in my time. I bet some of y'all have, too.

Oh, yeah - back when I was doing TV (and much younger and cuter), there were a few. But where men might find it flattering or exciting (I'm guessing), I was very creeped out by it. I had an unpublished phone number and a couple friends who would run interference for me.

Crackrobat said:

Hello, I'm a total newbie but I've been reading this forum for a little while now.

Obviously no one can really know what happened between Prince and Oedi. Parts of it sound legit and parts of it sound like all the weird things we know about Prince put into one meeting. Could all be real though.

In regards to security approaching women on behalf of the celebrity though, that seems real to me. About a year ago I was at an after party with a celeb and had his security guard ask for my name and number on celebs behalf. He then asked if I wanted to go and meet him; an offer I turned down considering I'd spent the past hour watching the celeb stand in the corner of the room picking out women he liked and then disappearing into a back room. Then, the women who were approached by the security went into this back room, one by one, and returned about 10 mins later. It seemed like a really sleazy audition process (which is why I refused when I was asked.)

Seems like this is just the way it's done with celebs.

Sadly, I've had no such luck with Prince though. Doubt I would have refused ANY offer from him.

Just don't take it serious. This site is great for entertainment and discussions. That's all.

KCOOLMUZIQ said:

catpark said:

NO HES NOT. I was refering to 'whats good for the goose is good for the gander......' He said at an aftershow once, something about when he was younger all the girls would ignore him and only look at his friends instead they weren't interested in him, something about him being at back and his friends in front, can't remember the exact words (its on some bootleg) but althought it seemed like it was said jokingly and the audience was giggling (Prince wasnt laughing tho), it was never a truer word said in jest moment. Now when hes become famous people are falliing all over him for his attention, and hes become like a kid in a sweet shop when it comes to getting what he wants, including sex. Which i think most would people would do if they were in his position. And I'm sure 99% of you lot on here (including you the hetero men) would bend over for Prince if you had the opportunity. The ones complaining are just jealous coz they wanna badly fuck him too.

eyewishuheaven said:

oedipusrexy said:I'm so glad I ran the fuck away, literally!

Literally?

Oh come on... you at least have to tell us that story!

Well, on our final 'date' he tried to press me for details about my love life, what sort of guy I liked, what my type was etc, he kept giving me all these names of famous guys to see if I found them attractive. I think he just wanted me to tell him it was him that I found attractive, and that he was my type. Well,even though he is very good looking, I wouldn't exactly call him my type, I hadn't ever dated a guy with heels and makeup before so it was a bit of a stretch to say so. Perhaps I should have complied and told him what he wanted to hear, but it felt too fraudulent, and besides he was moving way too fast, it was like he was trying to cram what happens in a relationship over the course of a few months into a few days. He even asked me if if I could dance (protege perhaps?). I said yeah sure,I can dance. (I used to be a great dancer but I wasn't prepared to dance like a monkey at his request). Soon after he went all silent and weird and went to the phone and whispered something. Suddenly out of nowhere all these security guys came storming in, it was like a scene out of CSI, I thought I was going to be arrested! He turned to me and said it was time I went home. I just looked at him and laughed like, are you serious? I grabbed my shit and was driven home. Later on a friend of mine told me that Prince went to a nightclub that night and he sat down all alone on the staircase and sobbed into his hands. All the clubbers couldn't believe what they were seeing. He's such a phoney bologny! Anyway the next day Prince's goffers delivered me a package with two tickets to his concert that night attached with his Paisley Park business card, which I was told I could reach him on. Nice to do business with you Prince and oh and by the way you suck! What I find funny now is this card had a website address on it as well and it was 1992. So Mr Nelson was obviously ready to embrace the new technology back then. I had only heard a few murmurs about world wide web, but recognised www as the abbreviation. Dont ask me to show it to you because I ripped it up twenty years ago, in a fit of disgust. Anyway I wasn't going to attend the concert because I was feeling pretty crap because my boyfriend by this stage had dumped me. Plus I was pretty shook up by the way glyph had ended our last date. But everyone around me was telling me to go , so I did. I took a close friend with me but when we got there Duane was there and he said my friend wasnt allowed to sit with me, she had to sit with Molly Meldrum( a public figure in Australia) further back. (Molly was trying to get me on a very popular t.v show called hey hey it's saturday to talk about my Prince meetings, but I declined). I, on the other hand had to sit at the front of the stage. The first four rows were empty (on purpose of course) and there I was all on my own with a screaming crowd of 20,000 people in the background and Prince in front of me throwing me death stares as soon as he came out on stage. He was looking at me with pure evil in his eyes. I must admit I was petrified. He made me feel like he was my enemy and he had the backing of the whole stadium behind him. He got even more nasty when he was doing his love scenes on a bed on stage, maliciously smirking at me whilst he was writhing around with a female on his bed-might have been Mayte, not sure, too frightened to remember. I sat there with my arms folded just staring at him, in absoltue horror that a 34 year old man would behave like this. Then he came up real close, made a hateful face and strummed a violent chord on his guitar. I was in tears by then and got up and ran. Duane was behind me and directed me backstage. Fuck no, but he was insistent. It was all a bit of a blur because I was a mess. But I knew there was no way I wanted to see him again, so I ran around and found an exit and got the hell out there.

oedipusrexy said:

eyewishuheaven said:

Literally?

Oh come on... you at least have to tell us that story!

Well, on our final 'date' he tried to press me for details about my love life, what sort of guy I liked, what my type was etc, he kept giving me all these names of famous guys to see if I found them attractive. I think he just wanted me to tell him it was him that I found attractive, and that he was my type. Well,even though he is very good looking, I wouldn't exactly call him my type, I hadn't ever dated a guy with heels and makeup before so it was a bit of a stretch to say so. Perhaps I should have complied and told him what he wanted to hear, but it felt too fraudulent, and besides he was moving way too fast, it was like he was trying to cram what happens in a relationship over the course of a few months into a few days. He even asked me if if I could dance (protege perhaps?). I said yeah sure,I can dance. (I used to be a great dancer but I wasn't prepared to dance like a monkey at his request). Soon after he went all silent and weird and went to the phone and whispered something. Suddenly out of nowhere all these security guys came storming in, it was like a scene out of CSI, I thought I was going to be arrested! He turned to me and said it was time I went home. I just looked at him and laughed like, are you serious? I grabbed my shit and was driven home. Later on a friend of mine told me that Prince went to a nightclub that night and he sat down all alone on the staircase and sobbed into his hands. All the clubbers couldn't believe what they were seeing. He's such a phoney bologny! Anyway the next day Prince's goffers delivered me a package with two tickets to his concert that night attached with his Paisley Park business card, which I was told I could reach him on. Nice to do business with you Prince and oh and by the way you suck! What I find funny now is this card had a website address on it as well and it was 1992. So Mr Nelson was obviously ready to embrace the new technology back then. I had only heard a few murmurs about world wide web, but recognised www as the abbreviation. Dont ask me to show it to you because I ripped it up twenty years ago, in a fit of disgust. Anyway I wasn't going to attend the concert because I was feeling pretty crap because my boyfriend by this stage had dumped me. Plus I was pretty shook up by the way glyph had ended our last date. But everyone around me was telling me to go , so I did. I took a close friend with me but when we got there Duane was there and he said my friend wasnt allowed to sit with me, she had to sit with Molly Meldrum( a public figure in Australia) further back. (Molly was trying to get me on a very popular t.v show called hey hey it's saturday to talk about my Prince meetings, but I declined). I, on the other hand had to sit at the front of the stage. The first four rows were empty (on purpose of course) and there I was all on my own with a screaming crowd of 20,000 people in the background and Prince in front of me throwing me death stares as soon as he came out on stage. He was looking at me with pure evil in his eyes. I must admit I was petrified. He made me feel like he was my enemy and he had the backing of the whole stadium behind him. He got even more nasty when he was doing his love scenes on a bed on stage, maliciously smirking at me whilst he was writhing around with a female on his bed-might have been Mayte, not sure, too frightened to remember. I sat there with my arms folded just staring at him, in absoltue horror that a 34 year old man would behave like this. Then he came up real close, made a hateful face and strummed a violent chord on his guitar. I was in tears by then and got up and ran. Duane was behind me and directed me backstage. Fuck no, but he was insistent. It was all a bit of a blur because I was a mess. But I knew there was no way I wanted to see him again, so I ran around and found an exit and got the hell out there.

hmm..that's a traumatizing story. U didn't fancy him to begin with anyway..!!

I like the fan fiction so far. I think we should have seperate section on the org for this kinda stories!

oedipusrexy said:

eyewishuheaven said:

Literally?

Oh come on... you at least have to tell us that story!

Well, on our final 'date' he tried to press me for details about my love life, what sort of guy I liked, what my type was etc, he kept giving me all these names of famous guys to see if I found them attractive. I think he just wanted me to tell him it was him that I found attractive, and that he was my type. Well,even though he is very good looking, I wouldn't exactly call him my type, I hadn't ever dated a guy with heels and makeup before so it was a bit of a stretch to say so. Perhaps I should have complied and told him what he wanted to hear, but it felt too fraudulent, and besides he was moving way too fast, it was like he was trying to cram what happens in a relationship over the course of a few months into a few days. He even asked me if if I could dance (protege perhaps?). I said yeah sure,I can dance. (I used to be a great dancer but I wasn't prepared to dance like a monkey at his request). Soon after he went all silent and weird and went to the phone and whispered something. Suddenly out of nowhere all these security guys came storming in, it was like a scene out of CSI, I thought I was going to be arrested! He turned to me and said it was time I went home. I just looked at him and laughed like, are you serious? I grabbed my shit and was driven home. Later on a friend of mine told me that Prince went to a nightclub that night and he sat down all alone on the staircase and sobbed into his hands. All the clubbers couldn't believe what they were seeing. He's such a phoney bologny! Anyway the next day Prince's goffers delivered me a package with two tickets to his concert that night attached with his Paisley Park business card, which I was told I could reach him on. Nice to do business with you Prince and oh and by the way you suck! What I find funny now is this card had a website address on it as well and it was 1992. So Mr Nelson was obviously ready to embrace the new technology back then. I had only heard a few murmurs about world wide web, but recognised www as the abbreviation. Dont ask me to show it to you because I ripped it up twenty years ago, in a fit of disgust. Anyway I wasn't going to attend the concert because I was feeling pretty crap because my boyfriend by this stage had dumped me. Plus I was pretty shook up by the way glyph had ended our last date. But everyone around me was telling me to go , so I did. I took a close friend with me but when we got there Duane was there and he said my friend wasnt allowed to sit with me, she had to sit with Molly Meldrum( a public figure in Australia) further back. (Molly was trying to get me on a very popular t.v show called hey hey it's saturday to talk about my Prince meetings, but I declined). I, on the other hand had to sit at the front of the stage. The first four rows were empty (on purpose of course) and there I was all on my own with a screaming crowd of 20,000 people in the background and Prince in front of me throwing me death stares as soon as he came out on stage. He was looking at me with pure evil in his eyes. I must admit I was petrified. He made me feel like he was my enemy and he had the backing of the whole stadium behind him. He got even more nasty when he was doing his love scenes on a bed on stage, maliciously smirking at me whilst he was writhing around with a female on his bed-might have been Mayte, not sure, too frightened to remember. I sat there with my arms folded just staring at him, in absoltue horror that a 34 year old man would behave like this. Then he came up real close, made a hateful face and strummed a violent chord on his guitar. I was in tears by then and got up and ran. Duane was behind me and directed me backstage. Fuck no, but he was insistent. It was all a bit of a blur because I was a mess. But I knew there was no way I wanted to see him again, so I ran around and found an exit and got the hell out there.

What physical type of women does Prince like? Also, I am wondering if Prince is reading this post

OzlemUcucu said:

oedipusrexy said:

Well, on our final 'date' he tried to press me for details about my love life, what sort of guy I liked, what my type was etc, he kept giving me all these names of famous guys to see if I found them attractive. I think he just wanted me to tell him it was him that I found attractive, and that he was my type. Well,even though he is very good looking, I wouldn't exactly call him my type, I hadn't ever dated a guy with heels and makeup before so it was a bit of a stretch to say so. Perhaps I should have complied and told him what he wanted to hear, but it felt too fraudulent, and besides he was moving way too fast, it was like he was trying to cram what happens in a relationship over the course of a few months into a few days. He even asked me if if I could dance (protege perhaps?). I said yeah sure,I can dance. (I used to be a great dancer but I wasn't prepared to dance like a monkey at his request). Soon after he went all silent and weird and went to the phone and whispered something. Suddenly out of nowhere all these security guys came storming in, it was like a scene out of CSI, I thought I was going to be arrested! He turned to me and said it was time I went home. I just looked at him and laughed like, are you serious? I grabbed my shit and was driven home. Later on a friend of mine told me that Prince went to a nightclub that night and he sat down all alone on the staircase and sobbed into his hands. All the clubbers couldn't believe what they were seeing. He's such a phoney bologny! Anyway the next day Prince's goffers delivered me a package with two tickets to his concert that night attached with his Paisley Park business card, which I was told I could reach him on. Nice to do business with you Prince and oh and by the way you suck! What I find funny now is this card had a website address on it as well and it was 1992. So Mr Nelson was obviously ready to embrace the new technology back then. I had only heard a few murmurs about world wide web, but recognised www as the abbreviation. Dont ask me to show it to you because I ripped it up twenty years ago, in a fit of disgust. Anyway I wasn't going to attend the concert because I was feeling pretty crap because my boyfriend by this stage had dumped me. Plus I was pretty shook up by the way glyph had ended our last date. But everyone around me was telling me to go , so I did. I took a close friend with me but when we got there Duane was there and he said my friend wasnt allowed to sit with me, she had to sit with Molly Meldrum( a public figure in Australia) further back. (Molly was trying to get me on a very popular t.v show called hey hey it's saturday to talk about my Prince meetings, but I declined). I, on the other hand had to sit at the front of the stage. The first four rows were empty (on purpose of course) and there I was all on my own with a screaming crowd of 20,000 people in the background and Prince in front of me throwing me death stares as soon as he came out on stage. He was looking at me with pure evil in his eyes. I must admit I was petrified. He made me feel like he was my enemy and he had the backing of the whole stadium behind him. He got even more nasty when he was doing his love scenes on a bed on stage, maliciously smirking at me whilst he was writhing around with a female on his bed-might have been Mayte, not sure, too frightened to remember. I sat there with my arms folded just staring at him, in absoltue horror that a 34 year old man would behave like this. Then he came up real close, made a hateful face and strummed a violent chord on his guitar. I was in tears by then and got up and ran. Duane was behind me and directed me backstage. Fuck no, but he was insistent. It was all a bit of a blur because I was a mess. But I knew there was no way I wanted to see him again, so I ran around and found an exit and got the hell out there.

hmm..that's a traumatizing story. U didn't fancy him to begin with anyway..!!

yes, the lack of paragraphs is traumatizing to the reader

NDRU said:

OzlemUcucu said:

hmm..that's a traumatizing story. U didn't fancy him to begin with anyway..!!

yes, the lack of paragraphs is traumatizing to the reader

Oh excuse me, I didn't realise I had to edit my work on a groupie story thread on prince org. Next time I'll ensure that I abide by the rules of self contained units of discourse in order to appease sub intellects who are unable to follow.

oedipusrexy said:

eyewishuheaven said:

Literally?

Oh come on... you at least have to tell us that story!

Well, on our final 'date' he tried to press me for details about my love life, what sort of guy I liked, what my type was etc, he kept giving me all these names of famous guys to see if I found them attractive. I think he just wanted me to tell him it was him that I found attractive, and that he was my type. Well,even though he is very good looking, I wouldn't exactly call him my type, I hadn't ever dated a guy with heels and makeup before so it was a bit of a stretch to say so. Perhaps I should have complied and told him what he wanted to hear, but it felt too fraudulent, and besides he was moving way too fast, it was like he was trying to cram what happens in a relationship over the course of a few months into a few days. He even asked me if if I could dance (protege perhaps?). I said yeah sure,I can dance. (I used to be a great dancer but I wasn't prepared to dance like a monkey at his request). Soon after he went all silent and weird and went to the phone and whispered something. Suddenly out of nowhere all these security guys came storming in, it was like a scene out of CSI, I thought I was going to be arrested! He turned to me and said it was time I went home. I just looked at him and laughed like, are you serious? I grabbed my shit and was driven home. Later on a friend of mine told me that Prince went to a nightclub that night and he sat down all alone on the staircase and sobbed into his hands. All the clubbers couldn't believe what they were seeing. He's such a phoney bologny! Anyway the next day Prince's goffers delivered me a package with two tickets to his concert that night attached with his Paisley Park business card, which I was told I could reach him on. Nice to do business with you Prince and oh and by the way you suck! What I find funny now is this card had a website address on it as well and it was 1992. So Mr Nelson was obviously ready to embrace the new technology back then. I had only heard a few murmurs about world wide web, but recognised www as the abbreviation. Dont ask me to show it to you because I ripped it up twenty years ago, in a fit of disgust. Anyway I wasn't going to attend the concert because I was feeling pretty crap because my boyfriend by this stage had dumped me. Plus I was pretty shook up by the way glyph had ended our last date. But everyone around me was telling me to go , so I did. I took a close friend with me but when we got there Duane was there and he said my friend wasnt allowed to sit with me, she had to sit with Molly Meldrum( a public figure in Australia) further back. (Molly was trying to get me on a very popular t.v show called hey hey it's saturday to talk about my Prince meetings, but I declined). I, on the other hand had to sit at the front of the stage. The first four rows were empty (on purpose of course) and there I was all on my own with a screaming crowd of 20,000 people in the background and Prince in front of me throwing me death stares as soon as he came out on stage. He was looking at me with pure evil in his eyes. I must admit I was petrified. He made me feel like he was my enemy and he had the backing of the whole stadium behind him. He got even more nasty when he was doing his love scenes on a bed on stage, maliciously smirking at me whilst he was writhing around with a female on his bed-might have been Mayte, not sure, too frightened to remember. I sat there with my arms folded just staring at him, in absoltue horror that a 34 year old man would behave like this. Then he came up real close, made a hateful face and strummed a violent chord on his guitar. I was in tears by then and got up and ran. Duane was behind me and directed me backstage. Fuck no, but he was insistent. It was all a bit of a blur because I was a mess. But I knew there was no way I wanted to see him again, so I ran around and found an exit and got the hell out there.

You know, there are parts of this story that are probably true, but it is obviously just your story, your point of view, and - as thinking people know - there's always more than one side to a story.

I mean, you said "sure I can dance" and then he's calling security on you? That's F**KED UP illogical shit for him to do you... OR you're leaving out something that happened between "sure I can dance" and "Security!" Or you're misinterpreting/misconveying something. I'm reminded here of the woman who posted "Prince Made Disabled Fan Cry at Soundcheck" or the sanddollar chick. The story is one-sided and doesn't quite add up.

I'm perplexed by how sometimes in your narrative, you find him at least a teensy bit attractive (beautiful hands, ripped body, eyes better looking in person) but then quickly hold him in disdain. Then sometimes you are in awe of the lifestyle and trappings of fame and wealth about him, but then find his insular world repugnant. AND through all this, you apparently kept going back for more - indeed, YOU did not decide to walk away; you say you were tossed out by security! And then tortured at a concert. (btw, he also smirked at me while doing humping motions on a bed, and made a hateful face while strumming a violent chord -- he did this to everyone at his concerts in the early 90s. ).

Anyway, I appreciate the entertainment value of the story. Thanks for sharing.

geez, women are nuts.

artist76 said:

oedipusrexy said:

Well, on our final 'date' he tried to press me for details about my love life, what sort of guy I liked, what my type was etc, he kept giving me all these names of famous guys to see if I found them attractive. I think he just wanted me to tell him it was him that I found attractive, and that he was my type. Well,even though he is very good looking, I wouldn't exactly call him my type, I hadn't ever dated a guy with heels and makeup before so it was a bit of a stretch to say so. Perhaps I should have complied and told him what he wanted to hear, but it felt too fraudulent, and besides he was moving way too fast, it was like he was trying to cram what happens in a relationship over the course of a few months into a few days. He even asked me if if I could dance (protege perhaps?). I said yeah sure,I can dance. (I used to be a great dancer but I wasn't prepared to dance like a monkey at his request). Soon after he went all silent and weird and went to the phone and whispered something. Suddenly out of nowhere all these security guys came storming in, it was like a scene out of CSI, I thought I was going to be arrested! He turned to me and said it was time I went home. I just looked at him and laughed like, are you serious? I grabbed my shit and was driven home. Later on a friend of mine told me that Prince went to a nightclub that night and he sat down all alone on the staircase and sobbed into his hands. All the clubbers couldn't believe what they were seeing. He's such a phoney bologny! Anyway the next day Prince's goffers delivered me a package with two tickets to his concert that night attached with his Paisley Park business card, which I was told I could reach him on. Nice to do business with you Prince and oh and by the way you suck! What I find funny now is this card had a website address on it as well and it was 1992. So Mr Nelson was obviously ready to embrace the new technology back then. I had only heard a few murmurs about world wide web, but recognised www as the abbreviation. Dont ask me to show it to you because I ripped it up twenty years ago, in a fit of disgust. Anyway I wasn't going to attend the concert because I was feeling pretty crap because my boyfriend by this stage had dumped me. Plus I was pretty shook up by the way glyph had ended our last date. But everyone around me was telling me to go , so I did. I took a close friend with me but when we got there Duane was there and he said my friend wasnt allowed to sit with me, she had to sit with Molly Meldrum( a public figure in Australia) further back. (Molly was trying to get me on a very popular t.v show called hey hey it's saturday to talk about my Prince meetings, but I declined). I, on the other hand had to sit at the front of the stage. The first four rows were empty (on purpose of course) and there I was all on my own with a screaming crowd of 20,000 people in the background and Prince in front of me throwing me death stares as soon as he came out on stage. He was looking at me with pure evil in his eyes. I must admit I was petrified. He made me feel like he was my enemy and he had the backing of the whole stadium behind him. He got even more nasty when he was doing his love scenes on a bed on stage, maliciously smirking at me whilst he was writhing around with a female on his bed-might have been Mayte, not sure, too frightened to remember. I sat there with my arms folded just staring at him, in absoltue horror that a 34 year old man would behave like this. Then he came up real close, made a hateful face and strummed a violent chord on his guitar. I was in tears by then and got up and ran. Duane was behind me and directed me backstage. Fuck no, but he was insistent. It was all a bit of a blur because I was a mess. But I knew there was no way I wanted to see him again, so I ran around and found an exit and got the hell out there.

You know, there are parts of this story that are probably true, but it is obviously just your story, your point of view, and - as thinking people know - there's always more than one side to a story.

I mean, you said "sure I can dance" and then he's calling security on you? That's F**KED UP illogical shit for him to do you... OR you're leaving out something that happened between "sure I can dance" and "Security!" Or you're misinterpreting/misconveying something. I'm reminded here of the woman who posted "Prince Made Disabled Fan Cry at Soundcheck" or the sanddollar chick. The story is one-sided and doesn't quite add up.

I'm perplexed by how sometimes in your narrative, you find him at least a teensy bit attractive (beautiful hands, ripped body, eyes better looking in person) but then quickly hold him in disdain. Then sometimes you are in awe of the lifestyle and trappings of fame and wealth about him, but then find his insular world repugnant. AND through all this, you apparently kept going back for more - indeed, YOU did not decide to walk away; you say you were tossed out by security! And then tortured at a concert. (btw, he also smirked at me while doing humping motions on a bed, and made a hateful face while strumming a violent chord -- he did this to everyone at his concerts in the early 90s. ).

Anyway, I appreciate the entertainment value of the story. Thanks for sharing.

well I was eighteen not thirty eight,I was confused and intimidated. One minute he was nice and then he'd go all weird. I think most peope would not know whether or not to like him as well if they were treated like that. And yeah Einstein , it is my side of the story, it's called first person narrative, and I said "soon after'' it is different from immediately. I can't remember everything verbatim, it was fucking twenty years ago. And Lucky you, that you had a similar experience at a concert in the 90's, was it after you'd been with him the night before?

oedipusrexy said:

artist76 said:

You know, there are parts of this story that are probably true, but it is obviously just your story, your point of view, and - as thinking people know - there's always more than one side to a story.

I mean, you said "sure I can dance" and then he's calling security on you? That's F**KED UP illogical shit for him to do you... OR you're leaving out something that happened between "sure I can dance" and "Security!" Or you're misinterpreting/misconveying something. I'm reminded here of the woman who posted "Prince Made Disabled Fan Cry at Soundcheck" or the sanddollar chick. The story is one-sided and doesn't quite add up.

I'm perplexed by how sometimes in your narrative, you find him at least a teensy bit attractive (beautiful hands, ripped body, eyes better looking in person) but then quickly hold him in disdain. Then sometimes you are in awe of the lifestyle and trappings of fame and wealth about him, but then find his insular world repugnant. AND through all this, you apparently kept going back for more - indeed, YOU did not decide to walk away; you say you were tossed out by security! And then tortured at a concert. (btw, he also smirked at me while doing humping motions on a bed, and made a hateful face while strumming a violent chord -- he did this to everyone at his concerts in the early 90s. ).

Anyway, I appreciate the entertainment value of the story. Thanks for sharing.

well I was eighteen not thirty eight,I was confused and intimidated. One minute he was nice and then he'd go all weird. I think most peope would not know whether or not to like him as well if they were treated like that. And yeah Einstein , it is my side of the story, it's called first person narrative, and I said "soon after'' it is different from immediately. I can't remember everything verbatim, it was fucking twenty years ago. And Lucky you, that you had a similar experience at a concert in the 90's, was it after you'd been with him the night before?

But thanks for critiquing my 'narrative'. It's probably the closest thing you'll ever come to a groupie experience with anyone, let alone Prince.

oedipusrexy said:

NDRU said:

yes, the lack of paragraphs is traumatizing to the reader

Oh excuse me, I didn't realise I had to edit my work on a groupie story thread on prince org. Next time I'll ensure that I abide by the rules of self contained units of discourse in order to appease sub intellects who are unable to follow.

I was not telling you what you had to do, only that your maze of words is counfounding to this sub-intellect

NDRU said:

oedipusrexy said:

Oh excuse me, I didn't realise I had to edit my work on a groupie story thread on prince org. Next time I'll ensure that I abide by the rules of self contained units of discourse in order to appease sub intellects who are unable to follow.

I was not telling you what you had to do, only that your maze of words is counfounding to this sub-intellect

confounding is the correct spelling- you don't have to read text that isn't visually appealing to you. Besides this story doesn't require paragraphs-the absence of paragraphs is a deliberate tool to convey stream of consciousness