Well this lasted a while... Many years ago I had arranged a first date for 2pm on a Saturday afternoon, at a coffee shop. I arrived there excited, nervous, all Lynx-ed up, at 1.50pm. I was holding a box of chocolates. At 2.15pm – when she had not arrived – I convinced myself that she had missed the bus or perhaps was doing the whole ‘fashionably late’ thing. She could have been spending a little too long choosing what to wear. Of course, being in those dim and distant years before mobiles, I could not contact her either, so I just had to be patient and wait. And wait... At 3pm I was beginning to wonder if maybe I had got the day wrong. It happens. It’s a common mistake. There was a slim chance I had told her Sunday instead of Saturday, and now that I thought of it, there was a distinct possibility that I had not said 2pm. Who starts a date at two in the afternoon? What was I thinking? Maybe it was later. Yeah, she’ll be here any minute... 4pm came and went, and now the manager of the coffee shop was staring at me, wondering why I was loitering. At 4.30pm I decided to put the manager’s mind at rest and go inside. I was thirsty anyway, so I sat down with a cappuccino. I watched everyone going past the window and suddenly realised to my horror that, ‘ I’ll meet you outside the coffee shop, on the corner of Union Street’ , was perhaps not as clear as it had seemed at the time. There was another coffee shop at the other end of the street. I quickly botled to the other location. On the way there I convinced myself that yes, she would have assumed I meant that one. It was a more established place, was more popular, and was closer to where she lived. I was silly for even considering the other coffee shop! Of course, by the time I arrived at 4.45pm – still excited, still nervous, but now without the African aroma of Lynx for protection – I knew it was extremely unlikely she would still be waiting there for me. Having thought that, if I was desperate enough to wait almost three hours for a girl, perhaps she was similarly inclined. I went inside to see if she was there, but by 5pm it was becoming clear that my date was not going to happen. That’s when the rain came down. Hard. I went back inside, had another cappuccino, and waited for it to stop. Two cappuccinos, a chocolate brownie, and ninety minutes later, and it was still raining. And I was – quite categorically – dateless. The Saturday night crowd was beginning to filter into town for alcohol by now, and I momentarily thought about drowning my sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniels. I looked at my watch. It was 6.50pm. I had been waiting for my date for five hours. As the skies cleared I stood up, handed the box of chocolates to the cute girl behind the coffee counter, and went home. ...sigh Posted by Slipwater
You ever wonder if she actually came... saw you and then changed her mind?
Well this lasted a while... Many years ago I had arranged a first date for 2pm on a Saturday afternoon, at a coffee shop. I arrived there excited, nervous, all Lynx-ed up, at 1.50pm. I was holding a box of chocolates. At 2.15pm – when she had not arrived – I convinced myself that she had missed the bus or perhaps was doing the whole ‘fashionably late’ thing. She could have been spending a little too long choosing what to wear. Of course, being in those dim and distant years before mobiles, I could not contact her either, so I just had to be patient and wait. And wait... At 3pm I was beginning to wonder if maybe I had got the day wrong. It happens. It’s a common mistake. There was a slim chance I had told her Sunday instead of Saturday, and now that I thought of it, there was a distinct possibility that I had not said 2pm. Who starts a date at two in the afternoon? What was I thinking? Maybe it was later. Yeah, she’ll be here any minute... 4pm came and went, and now the manager of the coffee shop was staring at me, wondering why I was loitering. At 4.30pm I decided to put the manager’s mind at rest and go inside. I was thirsty anyway, so I sat down with a cappuccino. I watched everyone going past the window and suddenly realised to my horror that, ‘ I’ll meet you outside the coffee shop, on the corner of Union Street’ , was perhaps not as clear as it had seemed at the time. There was another coffee shop at the other end of the street. I quickly botled to the other location. On the way there I convinced myself that yes, she would have assumed I meant that one. It was a more established place, was more popular, and was closer to where she lived. I was silly for even considering the other coffee shop! Of course, by the time I arrived at 4.45pm – still excited, still nervous, but now without the African aroma of Lynx for protection – I knew it was extremely unlikely she would still be waiting there for me. Having thought that, if I was desperate enough to wait almost three hours for a girl, perhaps she was similarly inclined. I went inside to see if she was there, but by 5pm it was becoming clear that my date was not going to happen. That’s when the rain came down. Hard. I went back inside, had another cappuccino, and waited for it to stop. Two cappuccinos, a chocolate brownie, and ninety minutes later, and it was still raining. And I was – quite categorically – dateless. The Saturday night crowd was beginning to filter into town for alcohol by now, and I momentarily thought about drowning my sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniels. I looked at my watch. It was 6.50pm. I had been waiting for my date for five hours. As the skies cleared I stood up, handed the box of chocolates to the cute girl behind the coffee counter, and went home. ...sigh Posted by Slipwater
were you wearing the shirt you wear at spt`s mate?
In Response to Re: Turbo Tuesday with Sarah and Stuart *****register here for the last longer!***** : were you wearing the shirt you wear at spt`s mate? Posted by liamboi11
Something I am good at lasting a long time in... (is this question designed to elicit rude answers?!)...I'm going to say EATING. If I didn't quickly blow up in size I would use my God-given ability to eat endless amounts of food to the full.
As it is, I try to ration myself a little. But it's a struggle. Sigh.
I've lasted an impressively long time - in waiting to win the lottery lol. I've bought a ticket with the same number on every week since the lottery started - and my numbers are still waiting to arrive at the same night lol.
The person I'd least like to play against....................... Dynamo - he'd be able to decide what cards we all had and he'd probably never lose a hand lol.
Best fictional poker player is Rocky he always knocked them out.
Worst must be The terminator he had no staying power, he kept saying "I'll be back"
The question :- was Stuart Rutter a bridge player?
What did I stick at determined and work at.
Well it just has to be something involving a female.
I was out with some friends and saw some girls, but not in a position to talk to them, and I said "The brunette is mine" It took some asking around and arranging to find her name and get her to agree to a date, about 3 months in fact. This year will be our 37th anniversary.
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Just saying...
Walter White !!!!!!
There is no problem he cannot solve. Apart from cancer I guess, but he is human.
In for the last longer please. Will there be any mastercash tonight?
Think Chewbacca from Star Wars would boss a poker table - Wookies are known to pull peoples arms out of their sockets when they lose!
last longer please...
good poker player.......the terminator...would you dare bluff him
if im really drunk I can last ages lol but when my son was first born I was working nights and went 6 days without sleep...not a great idea lol
have a brill show