Dear Daisy, GNamer Romantic Mishaps Thread

So in what &*$%$£ thread and the what happened to you in 2013 thread the subject of women comes up a lot and your mate snogging you if your Buska. So let's try to keep those threads to what they are suppose to be about and talk about the women here.

Ha, yeah this is overdue. If I were a mod (and bored) I'd move a load of posts into this thread.

So I was out with a few of my friends, we'd gone to this place we know- absolute hole, but there we were.

Anyway, we had a bit of a dance, a bit of a drink and sadly, though, two of our party- who, to be fair, have never really got on- chose to have a big sweary row with each other and another couldn't quite handle his booze, and started taking his clothes off in the middle of the place.

Amazingly security didn't have much to say (Told you: hole) but we did piss off this other group. This came to a head when one of my lot wound up knocking one guy clean out.

Ever the idiot peacekeeper, I wound up trying to talk the opposing faction out of the fight, starting with one of the non-combatants, and the only girl of the group.

She was a strange-looking individual, but not unattractive with it. Quite slim, tall too.

Amazingly, it actually works. We get chatting, and she starts going on about how she had just got rid of her ex-boyfriend because he was a little bit too clingy and crazy. Still, the conversation flowed, and it wasn't long before we're both running a little low on beverages, so I offer to go to the bar.

No sooner have I asked her what she wants than one of my so called "friends" has turned a nearby pillar around, reflecting sunlight into her and turning her back into a statue. I haven't been out with them again since.

Can romantic mishaps take place in a pub or nightclub? My experiences illustrate that they don't. You can have unmitigated relationship disasters for sure, but not 'romantic mishaps'.

Ha!  I get the reference Beemoh's making.  And no, Buska, I'm not that bored.

My date today ended not with a bang, but with a whimper.  And yes, I see what I did there, but not that kind of whimper.  The kind that means nothing more is going to happen.

Also I'm not sure the irritating-voiced princess of Sarasaland is someone I'm comfortable confiding my romantic mishaps to.

Only Nintendo Female that I could think of that starts with a D. If anyone can think of another let me know.

Dixie Kong? Though I'd probably trust daisy over her... I kind of like redheads.

I wish I got the reference Beemoh was making, he got me hook line and sinker with that one.

I think I agree with Cappa's statement that nightclubs are a breeding ground for total and catastrophic romantic failure. Case in point - last night, despite me knowing that we'd grown apart during her language year abroad, drunk me felt I should continue to go for this girl who I'd grown close to during the former half of last year. It did not go well whatsoever, and I'm cringing so so so much thinking about it all. Horrendous.

Shame to hear about your second date Balla! What happened?

I don't get Beemoh's reference either Jay. Isn't Daisy a brunette.

As someone who doesn't go to nightclubs, I have never managed to ruin a relationship (or potential such) in one. Yay me?

You ought to get the reference, Jay: you were "there"! As for me, she just said she wasn't looking for something serious right now. I'm not as upset as I could be: I was having misgivings about the thing, and I think we'll stay friends.

Ahhhh, I get it now. Speaking of which, I'm still waiting for the sequel.  

Righty then where to begin.. (part of why 2013 was meh) (Also it's a bit of a long odd story)

There was this girl that I only talked to on the phone through work which was usually only for a couple of minutes which gradually became longer and longer until we were talking for up to 45 min.
Then in the times I wasn't on it was Facebook chatting and what not.

Then she had a boyfriend for a while on the mainland (In Melb), which was fine as I was still the "friend" then anyway until they broke up after she went and visited him ironically I was in Melb at the time as well) so when I got home and logged on to Facebook she basically let me know that they split and we ended up talking for the rest of the afternoon.

Then things started getting good as we were getting closer, we'd move on to texting as well as the other forms of communication and I'd go visit her at work at least 2 to 3 times a week as she owns her own business and is there all day by herself so I'd go bring her coffee and what not. And this went on for months and months.

Then things started getting annoying as we'd make plans to say go to the movies or out to dinner or something and always on the damn day she would cancel as something "came up" which at first I was ok no problem then after the second and third I was getting annoyed.
So then the drifting started we didn't text as much or FB chat for that matter. Then she up and left Tas and is now living in Melb and didn't even tell me.. Hell the first time I had spoken to her in months was on the third for her B'day.

So this went on for the majority of the year and was all for naught so it seems, though it's partly my fault as I never brought up the whole "where is this going" conversation..

That's my story

It sounds like maybe you should have said something earlier?  That said, there's no excuse for mucking someone around like that. 

Yeah which I realized that too late

That's always the hardest part; making an actual move. I'm no good at it, I just hope for the best and sometimes it works out. It's similar to the issue with pubs and clubs- not everyone is going to meet someone in that setting. It's too loud to talk and everyone's drunk, so it basically comes down to physical attractiveness and confidence. And at 5'7" with a beer belly and a witch's nose, I'm not that guy.
I'm probably the same as most of you, in that I do better with friends of friends, or people I've met in day to day life. I've gotten with girls in pubs, but never girls I met there.

So I was working with this girl in the October of what is now the year before last, and we just got on like a house on fire. You know when you meet someone new- romantic or platonic- and you're careful about what you talk about to begin with, so you don't seem weird or anything, then work outwards over time? And you realise you've made yourself a proper friend when you get to the stage where you can just talk utter shite?

Well, we were into shite-talk by the end of our second or third shift. I don't get along with people like that generally, never mind members of the opposing sex.

Anyway, we add one another (Amongst other colleagues) on Facebook, and I notice that her relationship status is "It's Complicated with [Someone we're going to refer to in this story as] G" Oh well, beaten to her. Hardly surprising, all told, because she's wonderful and pretty and blah blah. I get on with my life, we carry on working together, no big deal. I talk myself into believing I'm only thinking about her all the way through my two-hour commute because a girl has actually paid attention to me for thirty seconds and not because I'm actually interested, honest.

Notes regarding Facebook:

A few days later, I wake up to see that the status has changed. "Married to G".

Get to work, the two of us are in this group and she mentions that she hasn't gone and got married- it was somebody (probably her sister- she does that a lot) messing with her account. She'd got this really angry phone call from her Aunt over it- "Why did you go off and get married without telling anyone" etc. We all carry on.

The job itself was one of those wonderful Zero Hour Contracts I've bitched about in the Symbols You Off thread and the team needed pruning and sadly (amongst other people) it's muggins here who winds up for the chop. We carry on talking on Twitter- she's pretty much the only immediate colleague I keep talking to in between time.

I wind up being brought back a fortnight or so later (but not before being beaten up for no reason by two certain G4S thugs at the job centre) for a week- and where everyone else seemed surprised (in a good way) to see everyone back, she seemed actively happy. During that time, I clean up a few FB profiles I didn't add the first go around.

The office head mentions in an all-hands meeting during my return that the Christmas party was due soon, and when pressed by someone else, that people who had been brought to zero would be able to come, space permitting. I wind up still in touch with management because the job centre want to see my contract and I bully my way into the Christmas party.

Pop onto Facebook to let a few people know I'm coming, starting with her.

"In a relationship with J"

I didn't put two and two together with the "Married" thing, (Thanks to the whole Aunt thing- if she thought it was convincing, then there had to be something to it) didn't enquire as to if "It's Complicated" was someone else's doing, missed my opportunity to say anything and lost out to J, our mutual colleague.

I didn't find out about this nearer the time because it happened during that fortnight, and I didn't add J until that week I was back- so it didn't appear on my news feed.

I choose not to mention to anyone that I'm going to the Christmas Party. Of course, now I've made a fuss to management, I can't not go, so I had to spend the entire night avoiding the pair of them.

To be fair, I probably wouldn't have had the balls to say anything at the time anyway, and he's a far better match for her than I am, but still I'M SO LONELY.

Ah man, that really sucks. Do you reckon anything would have happened had you remained on that team with her?

And I know the general feeling of trepidation at making a move resulted in losing out all too well - I keep telling myself to man up and go for it, but I'm petrified of rejection. Like soul-crushingly so.

Another rejection-fearer here.  I have been pushing myself to try and get past that in recent times - what's the worst that can happen, after all?  A bit of humiliation?  I've been humiliated worse in the past.

That's rubbish, though.  I think most of us have had a girl snatched from us at one point or another (apart from Buska, who probably does the snatching  ).  Had I been you (beemoh), I guess I would have casually asked about G, found out that she was single... and then done nothing about it, natch. 

Ironically enough I have a housemate that goes by "G"

Balladeer wrote:

(apart from Buska, who probably does the snatching  )

There was no grabby claw thing on the ceiling, we'd be quite safe, there.

JayMoyles wrote:

Ah man, that really sucks. Do you reckon anything would have happened had you remained on that team with her?

Probably not. As I said, J is a far better match, and unless I missed something cryptic while we were working together she didn't make a move on me so I'm guessing she was hardly into me. The best case scenario would probably have been that I would have just slowed the process down with J simply by accidentally being in the way. I can't go back and change it so I try not to think about it if I can avoid it. But:

Balladeer wrote:

Had I been you (beemoh), I guess I would have casually asked about G, found out that she was single... and then done nothing about it, natch. 

Yep, that's exactly how it plays out in my head every time. Except I actually say something and We All Live Happily Ever After. I'M SO LONELY.

Sorry to here Beemoh,

You guys don't know what rejection is, I think I've been turned down more times then someone that get's turned sown a lot.

I haven't done much snatching apart from, absolute true story, Norris' girlfriend once.   
Am I a bad guy?

Anyway, it's not like I'm Barney Stinson. For example, despite having a dude and a chick who are very into me at the moment, the girl at work who I'm pretty into I think just sees me as a friend. And as she's one of the few people at work I genuinely like and who makes it enjoyable and bearable, I don't want to make that weird by doing anything stupid.

Buskalilly wrote:

I haven't done much snatching apart from, absolute true story, Norris' girlfriend once.  

If I were Norris, I'd have topped myself by this point, or found new mates. Jesus Christ.   

They broke up and then I hooked up with her, but he later told me that she fancied me when they were going out. The funny thing about Norris I'd that he's so full of himself, even if we really, absolutely hated and bullied him he wouldn't realise it and he'd think we were just mates mucking about.

Ahhh, they weren't together. I thought you'd moved in while they were still seeing each other!