There is no such thing as a weird date. There are only incompatible dates.

A woman in ancient times, about six or seven years ago, asked me out. So to speak. She came to a meeting of humanists, it was her first time and she appeared to be adamant on roping a guy in then and there, that day. I was it. Everyone else was tired that day.

So we dated. She was 5'11", she belonged to the tall club. I am 5'4" (but I DO NOT belong to the short club).

Laughably, she was very good looking. Not a great dresser, but naturally very good looking. She had other strange habits, like dipping my head in hydrocloric acid for a little while before we would kiss, to avoid infections. (This bit is not true. The other stuff is.)

Anyway. We were very compatible, because my ego swoll like a hot-air balloon just waking down the street with her, hand in hand, and she would occasionally stop, pull me, them stoop and give me some kisses.

In restaurant we sat at tables side-by-side. It had a reason, and it was her idea, a brilliant one, at that. You can hear your vis-a-vis in a busy restaurant when he or she is on your side. We would need to holler for service, coz the waiting stuff was convinced we are waiting for yet another couple, or because the waiting staff was scared to come up close.

We broke up. I broke up with her, and never met another woman still who was willing to do the unspeakables she did to me. We broke up because it turned out very quickly that she had three stories, and she kept repeating them ad infinitum. She was a very nice woman, good for my ego, bright, beautiful, weird like me, no holds barred and no regard to doing antisocial things (like going with a very short guy), but she kept repeating three stories, and that broke me.

What's your experience with the perfect match for you, who did just one thing wrong, but that one little thing made you break for good?

She would never shut the f!@# up.

End of story.

I went on one date only with the guy who just wanted to talk about Star Trek. Even after I made it clear I had no interest, he thought it was a good idea to tell me all about it. There aren't many things that would be a deal breaker for me, but constantly talking about Star Trek? Yeah, definitely a deal breaker.

Hmmm I have only just found my perfect match and so far there is nothing i dont like....But now I am going to make sure that I tell him more than 3 storys

All the lovely details of either hunting, or football or the military. Those are a real-turnoff after a while.

Motown, I have never been married, and my dating history was a bit bizarre. I had met this woman back in 1982, she was 23 years older than I, and we dated for a long time. She dated other men, and I dated other women, the story is very complicated and to me interesting, but the big thing is that she started to like to talk incessantly at around age 70. I would go up to her house, and we would spend time together, and at one point or another I had to beg her to shut the )((()( up. She was not hurt, seemingly, but she was surprized, why would Andrew ask her to do that? I did, not because I was tired of her story, but of her voice. She had, and still has, a beautiful, crystal-clear voice, sounds like a trained voice for sound, and many people think she is from England, she's such a clear and lovely anunciator, but she's thru-and-thru true Canadian, including her accent.

And I was just at the point I could take no more of it. It was not a dislike for her or what she said. I was not trying to hurt her. I just could not take a minute more of her voice.

Singme. Sing me the theme tune from Star Trek, please. You should have had enough practice by now.

Josie, from what I hear (from your posts, not from others) is that it's you who ditched your partners in the past, for the reason that they were not good men. They had no problems with you. So don't change. If you have three stories, and so far it hasn't hurt you that you do, don't reduce the number of them to two or one or even to zero. Don't change a thing about yourself, if you wanted to hear my advice. You can't fix something that ain't broke.

Equus, let me tell you about the time when we went hunting for football when I was in the military. Stop me, though, please, if you have heard this one before.

So, there we were, all dressed up in military gear and nowhere to go, to attack a country, when a guy said, the sarge I think, "men,..." OUCH!! That hurt!

ohh...bingo! Had one of those. And then I was trying to restrain myself to say something like "please enough of explanations and stories" , and I couldn't. So she got mad at me. Whatever.

He lived about two hours away, so most of the time we'd have long conversations over the phone.

His phone would just cut off after 2 hours for some reason.

He'd call me back and say "Hey! Why did you hang up on me!!".

Of course I didn't hang up, but he was teasing. (He did this all the time)

One random day, my phone rang and it was him. He never called at this time because he knew I was at work.

I answered. Then he said "Hey! Why did you hang up on me!!".



I ended it. As he obviously misdialed, and then proceeded to lie about it saying he thought he was calling his mom.

Turns out he had lied about other things too.

Oh well, and I thought I had found a worthy guy at last

I still can not figure out why most of the people Ive been meeting lately can't be satisfied with just one. One is quite enough for me if not more than enough. I feel like such an alien!!

You and I both

He couldn't shut the f***K up
people that talks some much likely to lie twice as much ....

Very true. And the more then talk, the more opportunities they uncovore for others to catch them on lies.

I actually don't care if my partner lies to me or not, as long as I get some nookie as well. Liars are not all malicious liars. Some do it as a sport. I used to have a lovely girlfrined to whom the entire world has always done wrong. I caught her on lies, questioned her, she denied she had lied, she insisted on the opposite to what she had said, and then things got back to normal, and the two of us, back to bed.

Sex is a powerful thing if you are the type that doesn't get too much of it. You give up a lot of things for sex, including love, if and when push comes to shove.

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Kissesz and scorpio, one is such a lonely number.

If you have one lover, you put an incredible pressure on him or her to satisfy your whims. Even if you have a minimal amount of whims to satisfy.

I can't abide by cheating on a girlfriend when I date someone, but I can't abide with tying my life to one and only one person, either. I sort of figure this is one of the many reasons people have children -- to break the monotony of their family socialization. Kids add a social spice to relationships. I can't have kids, however. My hipbone is not voluminous enough to allow a fetus to gestate to the stage of full natality development.

I guess we are all different, eh? The Good Lord made us do this, and society.

This is why I love mingle It helps us build each other up and of course wake us up when we are being ridiculous as nobody is scared to tell us the truth. And thats what I love about everyone here.

LOL and I did leave one who was horrid, but the other 2 left for someone else. Can see it was a good thing now, but at the time it was a bummer

Jesus. I apologize. I was that overly condescending, warn't I.

This is why I use self-depracating jokes. To counter-balance my arrogance and my condescence. You see, I haven't learned how to be non-arrogant, normal, loving, acceptable. Sorry. My mistake.

I apologize to you for being so haughty and arrogant as I apparently was.

This does not take away from the fact that I like you as you are, and probably many-many other people do too, but I still maintain that I ought not to have been arrogant about it. You see, arrogance is so bloody automatic for me, that a lot of the time I don't notice I am being it. This was one of those times. Thanks for pointing it out to me.

One thought he could get away with murder (literally) and the other one would never STFU & was constantly creating problems that needed fixing in the relationship (besides being an alchy pill head)! Both had crazy manipulative mothers too...UGH!

SO my RED FLAG is men named Michael...I just can't handle another one...EVER!

I love to talk and sing....and tell stories......please no emails----

dont know if I would call them perfect, because they are now history,,lol

but, Ive went out with a decent guy a time or two: mannerable, well spoken, well groomed, polite and chivalrous,,,,yet there was just something 'missing',,, a certain assertiveness I think

thats a weird 'missing link' that usually shuts me down pretty quickly,,,,

"What are you thinking about?" gets old real fast. Guys always come across so needy if they ask it, especially if they ask it frequently.

Sometimes, I actually don't think, especially if I'm zoning out. And if I wanted to tell you what I was thinking about I would!!

Ah, yes!! The "what are you thinking" torture device. If you tell them you don't, at the moment, they know you are lying. If you tell them a factual lie, they know you are lying. If you don't say anything, they call you cruelly reticent.

What about my own privacy of thougth? Lady, do you really want to know that I am thinking about your mother's legs, because they are better looking than yours? (This said to a hypothetical lady -- in practice I am thinking much worse if I don't say. I actually talked to a woman about her mom's ankles, and another one about her mum's upper arms.)

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Fly girl, I usually stay away from dating murderers -- would look bad during conversationa around the dinner table on Thanksgiving or Christmas with the extended family. "So, Julia, what do you do in your spare time?" my mother would ask politely. "I murder people for money, revenge, and love," replies the girl in kind, with an abashed glow on her countenance, then asks, "Please pass the cranberry sauce, it's delicious. Where did you get the recipe?"

True, I have an advantage, I am a man, and more men (whom women date) are likely to be murderers than women (whom men date). My mandate as a man who dates is not to date a woman who has committed murder.

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Simone, talk, sing, that's lovely. A joy to a man's heart. I used to have a girlfriend who was a professionally trained ballet dancer in the classical Balshoy Ballet tradition. She would dance me an aria from the Nutcracker or from Lohengrin every time we talked on the phone.

She was a nutcracker all right, and I am still a nut case. (She cracked me up.) NOT TO MISCONSTRUE that I, she, or us, ever used crack cocaine.

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Msharmony, sometimes the meekest guys can become vicious assertives. Next time yuo date a really good man who you fear might be inassertive, then arrange ahead of time that a biker at the steakhouse restaurant calls you the b-word when he pushes a wheelchair-riding little old lady down the stairs to get to the new serving of "tira mishu" on the buffet table, and you reprimand him that he "should not do things like that."

If your date disappears into the napkin station and becomes completely invisible, you know he is a wuss. If he steps between you and the biker's girlfriend, who wears knuckle irons and a studded black leather choker, then you know that your dream man is "assertive".

You don't have to do this... just a suggestion, not an outright order. Dismissed.