There was this one time...

foxyshaman · 02-01-2012, 05:39 PM

I am a dork. Lets just get that out of the way. A very happy, go lucky dork, but a dork nonetheless.

I was at the office (shocking but true), it was casual day... yeah. I was wearing my favorite jeans. I was goofing around in front of my friend, pretending to ballet leap. Well I lept alright. Lept, fell and heard the all to familiar "rriiiipppp". The inside of my thigh ripped wide open. All I could was laugh. The incident caused my friend to laugh. She laughed so hard she fell over and hit her head on the post. Which of course made both of us laugh even harder.

So, as one would guess, laughter (without good cause) causes curiousity. Next thing I know around 20 ppl are standing around asking what happened. I had to gracefully (if that even fits) stand up and, of course, I could not hide the all too wide rip in my jeans.

Someone kindly, through giggles, asked if I needed a jacket to cover myself. I replied "Hell no, like I can hide this embarassment". Well, apparently that too was funny.

For some reason, to this day I do not remember why, I had an extra pair of jeans in my car. I gracefully (questionable word) walked out of the office, and changed jeans in my car.

Moral - Leaping ballerina moves in thin thighed jeans is not a good idea. Tripping whilst leaping... even less of a good idea.

Estella · 02-01-2012, 05:55 PM

Right. So about, holy guacamole, about 20-ish years ago, I had a craving for Boston Chicken. Boston Chicken is what Boston Market used to be called. Don't be a hater. So my then-partner and I drive down to Boylston St. and I go in and place my order. Out of the corner of my eye I notice this guy counting change into his hand off the counter - you know, sliding the coins into his open palm. And he's getting frustrated, and the change is starting to fall onto the floor, but I'm not really paying attention. Just watching, not seeing. So I pay, take my chicken, and leave.

You know what's coming, right? The ugly realization that the man I wasn't really watching was trying to see if he had enough money to buy something to eat. To buy food. And he didn't. And I did. And I did nothing. Because in my chicken-buying obliviousness I couldn't be bothered to pay attention, to actually notice, another person.

At some point, most people make a decision about kind of person they want to be. Two events in my life have informed my decision. One was in Basic Training - Boston Chicken was the other. I will never be that blind again.

Mr Nice Guy · 02-01-2012, 06:19 PM

Ok here's mine.
Picture this. I'm 17 and just came out and ran away from a group home (Mom helped) she put me on a train to W.Va. Yup! Anyway, I went to my first bar and found out that you had to be 18 to get in. So I went to get my Army clothes. I got my Army outfit at one of those Army surplus stores and put it on and went to the bar and got in. Now mind you, I was alone.
I started going there often and one night I saw this very tall attractive Lady and she noticed me. We kind of checked each other out and met at the bar to get a drink. Ok, she went to get a drink and I followed her there.

We started talking and she needed to go smoke so I went with her. Once we got outside we talked some more. I must of said something because she looked at me with surprise and said, "your a girl?" I said, "yes" and then it dawned on me and I said, "your a guy?" Well we ended up being friends after that until I went back home. I was a new Butch and had my first lesson in the differences of the gay world. I'll also admit that I was proud of pulling off the guy thing. I was more Tg minded then.

princessbelle · 02-01-2012, 06:46 PM

OMG A place to tell ridiculously true stories!!!!!

How cool is that. Didn't ever go to band camp though.

However....

There was this one time i was at a gay bar. It was years and years ago and i was with a friend who was gay as well. You know bars....LOUD, cold. yada yada.

There was this really cute butch sitting next to me and she said, "Do you want to dance?" I couldn't hear her but i could see what she was saying.

I was trying to say "OK, the next fast song i will" But, she couldn't hear me. She couldn't "read" my lips. So finally, she put her ear really close to my mouth. Well, i was still in the over-emphasizing mode and accidentally....

bit
her
ear.

That's right.

I bit her freaking ear.

She grabs it in total pain and doubled over. Not sure but i think i drew blood. I could tell she was hurting without hearing the cussing coming out of her mouth...yes i can read lips. She then looks at me like i was a total freak and walked off.

I never did get that dance.

Lesson learned.....when someone sticks their ear in your mouth. Don't bite down. Well, unless it's Saturday night, Tequila is involved and you know this person really well.

Quintease · 02-01-2012, 07:24 PM

Nothing exciting happened to me at band camp, however quite a lot of exciting things happened to me in the gay club.

One of them was meeting my first girlfriend. I was newly out, full of bravado and more often than not full of liquid courage. One night I was there with my only real gay friend and drinking buddy, eyeing up girls as usual. This particular night one particular girl kept catching my eye, her and her friend were all over the bar yet didn't seem to be speaking to anyone but each other. After watching them for a while I'd finally had enough drinks to make my move when they decided to pop into the toilets.

I followed them in, waited nonchalantly beside the basins, then pounced as she walked out.

"Oh hi there,' she said 'What was your name again? It's been so long"

Yes indeedy, I knew her. Not only had she dated a male friend of mine, but the girl she was with that night was her secret girlfriend who she'd met at church..

02-01-2012, 05:39 PM	#1
foxyshaman Member How Do You Identify?: spiritually minded dirt dog Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: canada Posts: 898 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3,957 Thanked 2,592 Times in 663 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	I am a dork. Lets just get that out of the way. A very happy, go lucky dork, but a dork nonetheless. I was at the office (shocking but true), it was casual day... yeah. I was wearing my favorite jeans. I was goofing around in front of my friend, pretending to ballet leap. Well I lept alright. Lept, fell and heard the all to familiar "rriiiipppp". The inside of my thigh ripped wide open. All I could was laugh. The incident caused my friend to laugh. She laughed so hard she fell over and hit her head on the post. Which of course made both of us laugh even harder. So, as one would guess, laughter (without good cause) causes curiousity. Next thing I know around 20 ppl are standing around asking what happened. I had to gracefully (if that even fits) stand up and, of course, I could not hide the all too wide rip in my jeans. Someone kindly, through giggles, asked if I needed a jacket to cover myself. I replied "Hell no, like I can hide this embarassment". Well, apparently that too was funny. For some reason, to this day I do not remember why, I had an extra pair of jeans in my car. I gracefully (questionable word) walked out of the office, and changed jeans in my car. Moral - Leaping ballerina moves in thin thighed jeans is not a good idea. Tripping whilst leaping... even less of a good idea. __________________ Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. Muriel Strode

02-01-2012, 05:55 PM	#2
Estella Member How Do You Identify?: Straightforward Femme. What you see is what you get. Preferred Pronoun?: We Relationship Status: Sadie, Sadie ... married lady. Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Love that dirty water ... Posts: 355 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 94 Thanked 551 Times in 130 Posts Rep Power: 8279290	Right. So about, holy guacamole, about 20-ish years ago, I had a craving for Boston Chicken. Boston Chicken is what Boston Market used to be called. Don't be a hater. So my then-partner and I drive down to Boylston St. and I go in and place my order. Out of the corner of my eye I notice this guy counting change into his hand off the counter - you know, sliding the coins into his open palm. And he's getting frustrated, and the change is starting to fall onto the floor, but I'm not really paying attention. Just watching, not seeing. So I pay, take my chicken, and leave. You know what's coming, right? The ugly realization that the man I wasn't really watching was trying to see if he had enough money to buy something to eat. To buy food. And he didn't. And I did. And I did nothing. Because in my chicken-buying obliviousness I couldn't be bothered to pay attention, to actually notice, another person. At some point, most people make a decision about kind of person they want to be. Two events in my life have informed my decision. One was in Basic Training - Boston Chicken was the other. I will never be that blind again. __________________ Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? -- Douglas Adams

02-01-2012, 06:46 PM	#4
princessbelle Infamous Member How Do You Identify?: femme Preferred Pronoun?: femme ones Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Tennessee Posts: 6,100 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 29,380 Thanked 30,496 Times in 5,198 Posts Rep Power: 21474858	OMG A place to tell ridiculously true stories!!!!! How cool is that. Didn't ever go to band camp though. However.... There was this one time i was at a gay bar. It was years and years ago and i was with a friend who was gay as well. You know bars....LOUD, cold. yada yada. There was this really cute butch sitting next to me and she said, "Do you want to dance?" I couldn't hear her but i could see what she was saying. I was trying to say "OK, the next fast song i will" But, she couldn't hear me. She couldn't "read" my lips. So finally, she put her ear really close to my mouth. Well, i was still in the over-emphasizing mode and accidentally.... bit her ear. That's right. I bit her freaking ear. She grabs it in total pain and doubled over. Not sure but i think i drew blood. I could tell she was hurting without hearing the cussing coming out of her mouth...yes i can read lips. She then looks at me like i was a total freak and walked off. I never did get that dance. Lesson learned.....when someone sticks their ear in your mouth. Don't bite down. Well, unless it's Saturday night, Tequila is involved and you know this person really well. __________________ ~ I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. ~ Maya Angelou

02-01-2012, 07:24 PM	#5
Quintease Member How Do You Identify?: Rainbow femme Preferred Pronoun?: princess Relationship Status: Married Join Date: Apr 2011 Location: United Kingdom Posts: 514 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 508 Thanked 1,817 Times in 417 Posts Rep Power: 10560327	Nothing exciting happened to me at band camp, however quite a lot of exciting things happened to me in the gay club. One of them was meeting my first girlfriend. I was newly out, full of bravado and more often than not full of liquid courage. One night I was there with my only real gay friend and drinking buddy, eyeing up girls as usual. This particular night one particular girl kept catching my eye, her and her friend were all over the bar yet didn't seem to be speaking to anyone but each other. After watching them for a while I'd finally had enough drinks to make my move when they decided to pop into the toilets. I followed them in, waited nonchalantly beside the basins, then pounced as she walked out. "Oh hi there,' she said 'What was your name again? It's been so long" Yes indeedy, I knew her. Not only had she dated a male friend of mine, but the girl she was with that night was her secret girlfriend who she'd met at church.. __________________ It is not worth an intelligent person's time to be in the majority. By definition, there are already enough people to do that.

02-01-2012, 06:19 PM	#3
Mr Nice Guy Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Kind, sweet, loving, romantic and a rare Butch. :) Relationship Status: I don't drive a Uhaul. :) Join Date: May 2011 Location: Another New Englander Posts: 1,768 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,035 Thanked 4,894 Times in 1,307 Posts Rep Power: 0	Ok here's mine. Picture this. I'm 17 and just came out and ran away from a group home (Mom helped) she put me on a train to W.Va. Yup! Anyway, I went to my first bar and found out that you had to be 18 to get in. So I went to get my Army clothes. I got my Army outfit at one of those Army surplus stores and put it on and went to the bar and got in. Now mind you, I was alone. I started going there often and one night I saw this very tall attractive Lady and she noticed me. We kind of checked each other out and met at the bar to get a drink. Ok, she went to get a drink and I followed her there. We started talking and she needed to go smoke so I went with her. Once we got outside we talked some more. I must of said something because she looked at me with surprise and said, "your a girl?" I said, "yes" and then it dawned on me and I said, "your a guy?" Well we ended up being friends after that until I went back home. I was a new Butch and had my first lesson in the differences of the gay world. I'll also admit that I was proud of pulling off the guy thing. I was more Tg minded then.