Poke_4_Life
Footballguy
Go on...It's been a while, but I think step 1 is cutting a hole in the box.
Go on...It's been a while, but I think step 1 is cutting a hole in the box.
You can shoot her a text thanking her for the banana bread, keep it super simple... prob should've done it the next day, tbh.Banana bread. It was cookies the first time she made a gesture a couple years agobut don't think this thought didn't enter my mind too. It was like deja vu all over again. Sighhhhh.
I'm not even sure what a good reciprocal move would be. I've kinda been waiting to see her outside and just speak to her again, so as not to be too intrusive. I did think, depending on the vibe I get from her, of one day just asking her if she'd like to get coffee and talk. But I won't engage on that until I figure out what the hell is going on with Stacy.
Pretty much what I did, but via emailYou can shoot her a text thanking her for the banana bread, keep it super simple... prob should've done it the next day, tbh.
"Thanks a lot for the banana bread, it was delicious, the kids & me went to town :smileyface: "
That's it - however she responds to that is your hint, but regardless, you need to play it super cool, maybe even just ignore her response.
because her phone was messed up bc she got a new number a while back and I guess we had somehow been iMessaging via her Apple ID since then. She did text me the new number yesterday though. Go for it. Not sure you have too much to lose here. You're supporting your friend Kate and meeting up with people you already know.This is part of what I'm on the fence about, and waiting to see how it goes this week in talking to Stacy. On one hand, Kate is my good friend and I don't want to miss her party (she is aware of the situation, also doesn't understand Stacy's behavior even as a fellow female, and has given me the blessing to miss if I need to for myself). On the other hand, I kinda also want to show up for a couple of reasons. 1) I have a feeling it could turn into a #### show, given the list of attendees2) If Stacy does come, it could go a couple of different ways. Worse case, I get to hang out with some friends and have some laughs and beers and who knows, might meet someone new.
Quick question. Now that the banana is old and probably black,........ Did it get bigger?True story: my dad bought a banana on eBay that was supposedly used thusly by Angela Landsbury, complete with certificate of authenticity, and photos. Turns out, it was that banana.
PM me her number for safe keeping. You can never be too safe with this technology stuff.Pretty much what I did, but via emailbecause her phone was messed up bc she got a new number a while back and I guess we had somehow been iMessaging via her Apple ID since then. She did text me the new number yesterday though.
Lucky man. She still looks smoking hot. Yeah, I'm ####ed.Also Marissa looks exactly like my hot neighbor. At least in my mind.
Ok, now that Marissa's back in the picture can we ask YET what she does for a living?
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I'm not saying yet that she is "back in the picture," and yes you may ask, but I'm not telling. But I will make you guys a deal. If we end up going out again, I will post a pic. I like that win-win mentality. ;-)I'm not saying yet that she is "back in the picture," and yes you may ask, but I'm not telling. But I will make you guys a deal. If we end up going out again, I will post a pic.
Thank flying spaghetti monster I am married.Banana bread. It was cookies the first time she made a gesture a couple years agobut don't think this thought didn't enter my mind too. It was like deja vu all over again. Sighhhhh.
I'm not even sure what a good reciprocal move would be. I've kinda been waiting to see her outside and just speak to her again, so as not to be too intrusive. I did think, depending on the vibe I get from her, of one day just asking her if she'd like to get coffee and talk. But I won't engage on that until I figure out what the hell is going on with Stacy.
Why? do you make banana bread too?? No offense GBY23, but you're not my typeThank flying spaghetti monster I am married.
Now we're talking. Go get 'em tiger.I'm not saying yet that she is "back in the picture," and yes you may ask, but I'm not telling. But I will make you guys a deal. If we end up going out again, I will post a pic.
Because this trying to figure out what multiple women are thinking and how to act within the context of each of the universes they inhabit is maddening to read or watch on TV let alone live through.Why? do you make banana bread too?? No offense GBY23, but you're not my type![]()
Toga party, inside a chandelier?I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part.
I would assume nothing is going on, but you might think there is or you might be confused overall.Gr00vus said:I don't know what's going on here exactly, but I'm absolutely certain that there needs to be a lot more Morris Day and a lot less Lionel Ritchie out of @Nathan R. Jessep right now.
All I know for certain after the last few pages is that @Evilgrin 72 schlarves the doad into his kitchen sink, possibly while thinking about assaulting the golden girls with a banana.I would assume nothing is going on, but you might think there is or you might be confused overall.
Back in my single days we went to a football game in Berkeley, then went straight out to the bars in San Francisco afterward. A buddy had a football with him that he had brought to toss around at the tailgate before the game. Everywhere we went, chicks came up to whoever was carrying the football, asking about it. We made a game of it, coming up with stories on why we were carrying around a football at midnight in North Beach, trying to top each other. We even ended up pissing off a crew of Navy dudes in town for fleet week, because we were getting more attention from the locals than they were in their uniforms. The night ended up back at some apartment with some ladies.I took some friends who were very shy out one night to meet some ladies. On the way I stopped at Acadamy and bought an autograph style football and a sharpie. I would go up to random ladies and ask them to sign my football. They thought it was awesome and I was hammered so I had no clue what kind of fool I looked like. The football is now enshrined in the back of a buddy’s closet on the floor with double digit signatures and about 5-10 phone numbers written on it.eacocking:
I would just go to the party with the ideas that you're going to pound Stacy again. If not her, then someone else.I did actually consider that as part of my reasoning. I
you guys, man.
I've never jacked off into the kitchen sink. I put my plates in there for God's sake. However, you can't use the line "crank one out into the garbage disposal" unless you set it up with the kitchen sink line. No one has a garbage disposal in their bathroom. Cosmo Kramer isn't a real person.All I know for certain after the last few pages is that @Evilgrin 72 schlarves the doad into his kitchen sink, possibly while thinking about assaulting the golden girls with a banana.
He tried vacuum sealing it in a tasteful shadow box display but, unfortunately, it still turned brown. I think he ended up making chocolate chip banana bread out of it.Quick question. Now that the banana is old and probably black,........ Did it get bigger?
I do. I got tired of my wife's hair clogging up the P-Trap so I put a 25HP disposal in there. Works like a charm.No one has a garbage disposal in their bathroom.
Got that same thing just inside my front door
You should steal it!Got that same thing just inside my front door![]()
What is it, a Clarkman?I do. I got tired of my wife's hair clogging up the P-Trap so I put a 25HP disposal in there. Works like a charm.
From Marissa or Mrs. Marissa's Mom?No problem. Only gonna cost you a hummer.
You had to break the handle in order to pick a bedroom door lock? Pfft... I guess there is a reason you are "hug life" instead of "thug life".A strange, perhaps unrelated thing happened a few weeks ago. I've got a few spare minutes here, so I'll bore you with this. Reading the following is probably just 2 minutes of your life you won't get back.
I think it was about 3 weeks ago, best I can recall. Doorbell rings. I answer and it is Marissa's mom. (Side note: I've actually spoken to her mom and her dad several times when I've seen them outside at her place over the last year and a half. Super nice folks.) I had noticed her car there for a couple days and Marissa's car was gone. I say "hey Mrs. Marissa's Mom, everything ok?" She asks me if I would be willing to haul a set of mattresses away from one of the kids' room, and that she would pay my kids. I thought this was a bit of an odd offer, and I certainly didn't mind helping her out, but I assumed maybe it was just a kind gesture towards my children, so I agreed. I went over and grabbed the mattress set and brought them back over to my place. Went back over and she hands me $40 and I head back home.
The next day, doorbell rings again. It's her again. She says, "I really hate to bug you again, but I have managed to shut Littlest Marissa's bedroom door (the room the mattresses came out of) and it's locked and I've tried unlocking it but it won't open. Do you think you could come take a look at it?" I had nothing going on, so I say absolutely and I head over there.
I enter Marissa's house for the first time in over a year and a half and I would be lying if I said the smell of her house didn't give me some serious flashbacks. I almost put that in my smell-memory thread a few days ago when I thought about it again, but I digress.
While I was working, I chatted with her some and asked if Marissa was ok and she told me that she was attending a work training course out of town for a few days. I make a couple trips back to my place to grab some different tools, and eventually get the door open and take the broken handle off for her. She thanked me and I went on back home. Marissa gets back home a day or two later. No texts, calls, emails, nothing. Which is fine, her mom had thanked me, I just thought she might say something. Well, she did about a week later, which was when I saw her outside and spoke to her. She apologized for her mom asking me to come fix things.![]()
I just thought it was an odd turn of events, and it definitely may have slightly opened Pandora's Box of some old, buried feelings.![]()
Oh, I'm aware that's a possibility. Definitely not getting my hopes up too much. Just 'what if'Sorry to say it, Col., but with her not texting, calling, or anything to say thanks for helping out, and then only apologizing for her mom, and then sending the little one over with the banana bread instead of bringing it herself, I wouldn't get my hopes up. Definitely pulling for you though.
Judging by her mother's appearance, is our Marissa going to age well??????
Hey now! I am pretty sure it was already broken, and that's why it wouldn't unlock using the inner spring. Her mom asked me at one point if I could just break the door, which I was NOT going to do without Marissa's approval.You had to break the handle in order to pick a bedroom door lock? Pfft... I guess there is a reason you are "hug life" instead of "thug life".
It was a wine bar. I was buttoned up.Back in my single days we went to a football game in Berkeley, then went straight out to the bars in San Francisco afterward. A buddy had a football with him that he had brought to toss around at the tailgate before the game. Everywhere we went, chicks came up to whoever was carrying the football, asking about it. We made a game of it, coming up with stories on why we were carrying around a football at midnight in North Beach, trying to top each other. We even ended up pissing off a crew of Navy dudes in town for fleet week, because we were getting more attention from the locals than they were in their uniforms. The night ended up back at some apartment with some ladies.
Not sure if rocking a Saints jersey has the same effect......
This changes my read on the situation a bit too. I think the bread was more of a way to show you she was thankful for the time you took to help by taking time to bake bread. Sending the girl over reinforces this as it seems to be her wanting to make sure it wasn't taken for more than it was.Sorry to say it, Col., but with her not texting, calling, or anything to say thanks for helping out, and then only apologizing for her mom, and then sending the little one over with the banana bread instead of bringing it herself, I wouldn't get my hopes up. Definitely pulling for you though.
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Don't take offense when you find out the first thing she did when she got home was take a count on the contents of her panty drawer after finding out you had been in the house.
I think I heard on the radio that she did.What about Stacy’s mom? Does she got it going on?
FYPThis changes my read on the situation a bit too. I think the bread was more of a way to show you she was thankful for the time you took to help by taking time to bake bread. Sending the girl over reinforces this as it seems to be her wanting to make sure it wasn't taken for more than it was.
At this point, Stacy is moving to Texas and Marissa is not a long term relationship prospect. Only solution is to proposition them both on the prospect of a three way (four ifMarissa'sStacy's Mom is around).