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Oblivious
(lemmy.blahaj.zone)
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Do you wanna come up for a coffee?
Nah thanks, not in the mood for coffee
I legit did this after a date once, though in my defence she asked me in for green tea and I don't like green tea lol.
She started to wonder if I was just very friendly and gay after that.
Fortunately I clarified the issue by marrying her.
You overreacted. You are definitely a closeted gay.
Sounds like a proportionate way to solve the misunderstanding.
Which issue? The tea or the gay?
Yes
Still don't like it.
The tea or men?
You showed her!
That must have been one hell of a second date.
"No thanks. Coffee keeps me up at night"
-George Costanza
The thing I don't understand about George is how a dumb person like him get attractive dates that even ask him to their house at night.
Confidence goes a very long way. You don't have to be attractive to get dates.
Plus, he's not real.
A good number of his episode plots are based on things that actually happened to one of the writers, though. Jason Alexander once complained about a plot for George not being believable because nobody would do that, then the guy responded that he had done it.
He's a real fictional character.
Wakes from dream "Theres no such thing as a George Costanza" falls back asleep
Man... in college I was in the bedroom of a girl I had a crush on and didn't take the hint. She'd invited me over to do homework together but never touched a book and took me to her bedroom. I still didn't get the hint.
Hey some of us are meant to make lots and lots of babies with varied and sundry people. And spread lots and lots of STDs in the process.
And some of us (myself included) are not. Which is fine because babies are expensive, and gross. Now I'm sterile, I can have all the sex I want, and I only need to watch for the disease part
Same/similar.
Met up at hers to study. Didn’t study much, but we chatted a lot.
She told me about how she was born with a birth defect (hips or tibias, I don’t recall now) and how fairly early her on as a baby she had surgery to correct it.
The surgeon made a point out of really doing a nice suture to make the scars as minimal as possible, for future “young lady” her.
She wasn’t shy about showing me, pulling down one side of her pants to show the pretty much invisible scar. “See??”
And I did nothing. Call it good manners, call it being shackled by the fear of self-doubt.
Geez. I just now remembered her full name. And it’s been more than 40 years now.
Like that anecdote that Zizek always tells when the girl basically replies "good, I don't have any coffee at home"