BLIND DATE Stories....

Queerasfck · 03-06-2010, 11:25 AM

I have one and thankfully only one. I had been single for about six months when I decided to push myself and get out there. I've never been a joiner but I decided to join my local butch/femme social group. I joined online and read some of the forums and posted introducing myself. Immediately a lady posted back and seemed funny and nice enough. Everything seemed fine and casual I was at work so I kept it brief. When I got home later that night she, I'll call Katrina, had sent me a private message saying she hoped I didn't think she was too forward but wanted to know if we could chat later and hoped to get to know me better. I was flattered and let my ego get the best of me. Also I think the fact that I hadn't been single in over ten years made me itchy to get out there so I may have been a little too eager.
Katrina, allegedly a former ballet dancer from one of the Baltic states and I talked on the phone that night and she seemed pretty nice. She had seen my pic and I asked her to send me one of her. She said she didn't know how to send one......hmmmmm. The phone convos went alright. She had a nervous laugh and talked A LOT, which is good because I don't. I did suggest we get together to meet for coffee or something casual. She said she would be in my neighborhood over the weekend and would stop by my house if I gave her my addresss......hmmmm. I redirected her to meeting at Balboa Park and we could have a coffee or walk around, check out a museum just sit outside. So Katrina agreed to meet me on the upcoming Sunday afternoon.
You know how you meet someone and you're just like, ummm no, but then the other part of your brain is saying shut up you superficial idiot give her a chance? So yeah it was like that. And I also knew that it was good for me to meet more people in the queer community and who cares if it doesn't amount to anything, who doesn't need more friends??? I told myself to just go with the flow.
We met by the big fountain. She was petite like a ballet dancer, but she was wearing easy spirit big sole grey walking shoes. It's ok, we're just friends I thought trying to breath. She had sorta of blu-ish hair and a very large purse and was somewhat older than me. I suggested we walk a little. She kept walking closer and closer into my space. I couldn't move my arm she was standing so close............it was uncomfortable. She said she didn't really want to walk any further and that she was tired. I tried to not to think she about her needing an oxygen tank. So we sat down and she told me about her cat and proceded to take out a lot of pictures of him from her ginormous purse.
I bought her a can of soda and she exclaimed she couldn't open it and she needed a butch to do it for her. OMgay. I was outta there.
I was polite and told her after she finished her soda that I was going to get going. She wanted to go to a local bookstore and said I should take her to one. I gave her directions and told her it was nice meeting her.

*no one on this site

hpychick · 03-06-2010, 11:36 AM

Ezee, I always pause when someone won't share photos. Always. And, there is usually good reason for pausing. You aren't superficial if you don't care for the way someone presents. There is nothing wrong with not being attracted to someone - be it their appearance, their shoes, their gi-normous purse, their blue-ish hair - or even - dare I say it - their personality.

Thank you for sharing your story.

Quote:

Originally Posted by EzeeTiger

I have one and thankfully only one. I had been single for about six months when I decided to push myself and get out there. I've never been a joiner but I decided to join my local butch/femme social group. I joined online and read some of the forums and posted introducing myself. Immediately a lady posted back and seemed funny and nice enough. Everything seemed fine and casual I was at work so I kept it brief. When I got home later that night she, I'll call Katrina, had sent me a private message saying she hoped I didn't think she was too forward but wanted to know if we could chat later and hoped to get to know me better. I was flattered and let my ego get the best of me. Also I think the fact that I hadn't been single in over ten years made me itchy to get out there so I may have been a little too eager.
Katrina, allegedly a former ballet dancer from one of the Baltic states and I talked on the phone that night and she seemed pretty nice. She had seen my pic and I asked her to send me one of her. She said she didn't know how to send one......hmmmmm. The phone convos went alright. She had a nervous laugh and talked A LOT, which is good because I don't. I did suggest we get together to meet for coffee or something casual. She said she would be in my neighborhood over the weekend and would stop by my house if I gave her my addresss......hmmmm. I redirected her to meeting at Balboa Park and we could have a coffee or walk around, check out a museum just sit outside. So Katrina agreed to meet me on the upcoming Sunday afternoon.
You know how you meet someone and you're just like, ummm no, but then the other part of your brain is saying shut up you superficial idiot give her a chance? So yeah it was like that. And I also knew that it was good for me to meet more people in the queer community and who cares if it doesn't amount to anything, who doesn't need more friends??? I told myself to just go with the flow.
We met by the big fountain. She was petite like a ballet dancer, but she was wearing easy spirit big sole grey walking shoes. It's ok, we're just friends I thought trying to breath. She had sorta of blu-ish hair and a very large purse and was somewhat older than me. I suggested we walk a little. She kept walking closer and closer into my space. I couldn't move my arm she was standing so close............it was uncomfortable. She said she didn't really want to walk any further and that she was tired. I tried to not to think she about her needing an oxygen tank. So we sat down and she told me about her cat and proceded to take out a lot of pictures of him from her ginormous purse.
I bought her a can of soda and she exclaimed she couldn't open it and she needed a butch to do it for her. OMgay. I was outta there.
I was polite and told her after she finished her soda that I was going to get going. She wanted to go to a local bookstore and said I should take her to one. I gave her directions and told her it was nice meeting her.

Strappie · 03-07-2010, 09:40 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by EzeeTiger

I have one and thankfully only one. I had been single for about six months when I decided to push myself and get out there. I've never been a joiner but I decided to join my local butch/femme social group. I joined online and read some of the forums and posted introducing myself. Immediately a lady posted back and seemed funny and nice enough. Everything seemed fine and casual I was at work so I kept it brief. When I got home later that night she, I'll call Katrina, had sent me a private message saying she hoped I didn't think she was too forward but wanted to know if we could chat later and hoped to get to know me better. I was flattered and let my ego get the best of me. Also I think the fact that I hadn't been single in over ten years made me itchy to get out there so I may have been a little too eager.
Katrina, allegedly a former ballet dancer from one of the Baltic states and I talked on the phone that night and she seemed pretty nice. She had seen my pic and I asked her to send me one of her. She said she didn't know how to send one......hmmmmm. The phone convos went alright. She had a nervous laugh and talked A LOT, which is good because I don't. I did suggest we get together to meet for coffee or something casual. She said she would be in my neighborhood over the weekend and would stop by my house if I gave her my addresss......hmmmm. I redirected her to meeting at Balboa Park and we could have a coffee or walk around, check out a museum just sit outside. So Katrina agreed to meet me on the upcoming Sunday afternoon.
You know how you meet someone and you're just like, ummm no, but then the other part of your brain is saying shut up you superficial idiot give her a chance? So yeah it was like that. And I also knew that it was good for me to meet more people in the queer community and who cares if it doesn't amount to anything, who doesn't need more friends??? I told myself to just go with the flow.
We met by the big fountain. She was petite like a ballet dancer, but she was wearing easy spirit big sole grey walking shoes. It's ok, we're just friends I thought trying to breath. She had sorta of blu-ish hair and a very large purse and was somewhat older than me. I suggested we walk a little. She kept walking closer and closer into my space. I couldn't move my arm she was standing so close............it was uncomfortable. She said she didn't really want to walk any further and that she was tired. I tried to not to think she about her needing an oxygen tank. So we sat down and she told me about her cat and proceded to take out a lot of pictures of him from her ginormous purse.
I bought her a can of soda and she exclaimed she couldn't open it and she needed a butch to do it for her. OMgay. I was outta there.
I was polite and told her after she finished her soda that I was going to get going. She wanted to go to a local bookstore and said I should take her to one. I gave her directions and told her it was nice meeting her.

*no one on this site

Ezee ....

OMG.. I cant' stop laughing, she just really needed a "butch"

My two favorite parts are.....

ginormous purse

OMGay!!!

I'm still rolling!! Awesome, thank you for your story!!

Rook · 03-07-2010, 10:42 AM

hmm...
I also have only 1 to tell, and Only 1 because after the whole thing went down, I was within inches of punching my brother....and refusing more of his "help"

I had just "Outted" myself to my brother 2 days prior, and he did mumble "maybe it's a phase, like when you were obsessed with Galaga?" and I should've seen the signs of Disaster to come when he was talking evidently to his girlfriend and I heard him say "I have no clue what you're talking about..Does she wear guy clothes?..umm..we fight alot because she fucking raids my closet almost every day, yeah"
That should've told me to run..fast...
He chirped when saw me "hey, u butch-ah or femina?" I scowled and said "what the fuck do you think?" and posed all rough and tough {I was 17}
He told me he wanted me to meet someone, and I squinted..
I was pissie he was telling anyone w/o my consent..
Anyways, we head out, and I'm asking 20 questions, I don't like Surprises, he kept sayng "Just wait, you might like her"
I'm imagining every possible scenario, and buy 2 peach dyed roses on the way..
I realize we're heading to his girlfriends house and I try to relax and lighten up so I ask
"Please tell me you're not setting up with your girl, I dont do bi, much less share with siblings"{I was 17 !!!}
He smirked and said "neither do I"
We arrive, and his girlfriends all giddy, and it gets contagious..we wait on the Porch, it's kinda sprinkling rain {another bad bad sign}
She tells me her sister is in the kitchen, and calls her , let's use the name "Zoe"
If my jaw could drop, if I could get away with murder, I would've bludgeoned my brother...
Out comes Zoe..
I'm staring, very rudely, and stunned into silence..
Zoe was butch, from head to toes..
Work uniform, swagger, slightly low voice, and a haircut I suddenly wanted Bad..
He managed a small smile, extended hand for a firm shake, granted hys hand was considerably smaller than mine, and I thought if I squeezed i'd break it...
When he asked if the flowers were for him, grinnin' rather cute...I mumbled "pshaw, nah man..I wanted to thank your sis for being nice"..which was a huge mistake, because I stepped on something slippery trying to reach the sister and fell hard to the ground banging my head on the wall...
Next thing I know, he's offering a beer to place on the bump, I'm thinking about 50 different ways to kill my brother at this point..
He nags hys sister for 20 bucks since hy's broke, and I'm staring at my brother, hy asks if I could wait a moment while hy changes from clothes, and I shrugged sayin "okie" hy's walkin' ahead, and I grab my brother , shoving him against the wall, he's got a shit eating grin from ear to fuckin ear, and I told him "mark my words, dick-for-brain, u will pay for this"
He shrugged and snickering he said "aww c'mon, i dont know how this shit works...youre a woman, she's a woman, what else is there?"...I almost slapped him, but Zoe popped out of nowhere asking if I'd like something to eat...
{He did murmur 'I'm sure she'd Love something to eat ' which earned him a sharp elbow jab+glare}
at the bar, Zoe had a blast talking a lot, and I'm focusing on the pool table, responding blankly with a random "yup..ok.."
He did take things weird...Braggin' of the ladies he'd slept with...
My mistake..Saying yup to something I didnt hear well...
When I bothered to look, hy had this deviously evil grin..cleared my throat and asked "what did u say?"
"I said, I don't mind my rep. the more the merrier, hell I could bed u, and not be phased, all u gotta do is show some interest"
That was when I figured things couldn't possibly get worse..
He gave some good advice on how to "come out" to my parents, we actually sat with the neighborhood Drunk and knocked back a few "Palo Viejo"
In hys drunken state he broke out into a rather Impressive rap session, and for a brief moment, we stared at each other, I kinda liked the colour of hys eyes, alot, and the emotion they showed..
And yes, talked about hys ex girlfriend...a lot...
I told hym I had to grab a bus or miss the last one...
On the way Home, my brother was quiet as a mouse..
I looked at him and said "dont u Ever pull another stunt like this w/o knowing"
He smirked and said 'oh get off it, u liked Zoe, I never saw u blush before'
Next day, I'm home, relaxing, watching a cheesy Soap, door knocks, and there is Zoe...
All I could mumble was "I will fucking kill him"
Zoe quickly defended him by saying "it's not his fault, man, i forced my sister to give me your brothers address, I know we got off on a really fucked up foot, but, I promise, if you give me 1 small chance, you won't regret it...I know an awesome, and respectable food joint"
The 2nd "date" was an improvement...
And no, I didn't regret it...

Gemme · 03-12-2010, 03:39 AM

Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever had a blind date.

DapperButch · 03-12-2010, 06:16 AM

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Originally Posted by Gemme

Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever had a blind date.

Me either. Unless you count meeting people that you met from online personals...before the digital pic era...

...I don't think that counts, though...

Apocalipstic · 03-12-2010, 10:14 AM

Stappie, this is hilarious! OMG! You are cute enough to pull it off too...if you weren't, Sarah's friends would be dead now. Laugh!

EZ, dying laughing! Cat pictures and too "delicate" to open a can of soda? LMAOOOOOO

Ohhhhhh, I think meeting people from on line before digital pictures counts! I met some doozies. Not to mention people often post pictures not of themselves, like we won't notice when we meet them.

One Butch I met ended up being married to a sniper in the marines. Yeah. She was hot, but wayyyyyyyy high maintenence and well...married....to a sniper.

She would call me up and ask whay I was doing and no matter what I said she would scream...Lierrrrrrrrrrrrr.....once, she sat across from my work and stared at my car.

Neen, I am also not feeling very lady like today and must admit to having maybe broken a dick myself once...and not beating it on a window.

Those things are expensive!

Rook, too funny!

Peach roses and all.

When I was single I wanted to make up a contract for first dates with stuff like.... I swear not to call you 20 times a day, I swear not to sit across from your house...and so on.

Hysterical thread perfect for a rainy Friday morning!

violaine · 03-12-2010, 10:33 AM

[QUOTE=apocalipstic;65509]One Butch I met ended up being married to a sniper in the marines. Yeah. She was hot, but wayyyyyyyy high maintenence and well...married....to a sniper.

She would call me up and ask whay I was doing and no matter what I said she would scream...Lierrrrrrrrrrrrr.....once, she sat across from my work and stared at my car.

jen, you crack me up!

03-06-2010, 11:25 AM	#1
Queerasfck Senior Member How Do You Identify?: still ballin' Relationship Status: Triple X Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: west side Posts: 2,544 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,716 Thanked 6,496 Times in 1,638 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	Katrina the ballerina. I have one and thankfully only one. I had been single for about six months when I decided to push myself and get out there. I've never been a joiner but I decided to join my local butch/femme social group. I joined online and read some of the forums and posted introducing myself. Immediately a lady posted back and seemed funny and nice enough. Everything seemed fine and casual I was at work so I kept it brief. When I got home later that night she, I'll call Katrina, had sent me a private message saying she hoped I didn't think she was too forward but wanted to know if we could chat later and hoped to get to know me better. I was flattered and let my ego get the best of me. Also I think the fact that I hadn't been single in over ten years made me itchy to get out there so I may have been a little too eager. Katrina, allegedly a former ballet dancer from one of the Baltic states and I talked on the phone that night and she seemed pretty nice. She had seen my pic and I asked her to send me one of her. She said she didn't know how to send one......hmmmmm. The phone convos went alright. She had a nervous laugh and talked A LOT, which is good because I don't. I did suggest we get together to meet for coffee or something casual. She said she would be in my neighborhood over the weekend and would stop by my house if I gave her my addresss......hmmmm. I redirected her to meeting at Balboa Park and we could have a coffee or walk around, check out a museum just sit outside. So Katrina agreed to meet me on the upcoming Sunday afternoon. You know how you meet someone and you're just like, ummm no, but then the other part of your brain is saying shut up you superficial idiot give her a chance? So yeah it was like that. And I also knew that it was good for me to meet more people in the queer community and who cares if it doesn't amount to anything, who doesn't need more friends??? I told myself to just go with the flow. We met by the big fountain. She was petite like a ballet dancer, but she was wearing easy spirit big sole grey walking shoes. It's ok, we're just friends I thought trying to breath. She had sorta of blu-ish hair and a very large purse and was somewhat older than me. I suggested we walk a little. She kept walking closer and closer into my space. I couldn't move my arm she was standing so close............it was uncomfortable. She said she didn't really want to walk any further and that she was tired. I tried to not to think she about her needing an oxygen tank. So we sat down and she told me about her cat and proceded to take out a lot of pictures of him from her ginormous purse. I bought her a can of soda and she exclaimed she couldn't open it and she needed a butch to do it for her. OMgay. I was outta there. I was polite and told her after she finished her soda that I was going to get going. She wanted to go to a local bookstore and said I should take her to one. I gave her directions and told her it was nice meeting her. *no one on this site __________________ http://www.advertisingarchives.co.uk...28750fb328.jpg

03-07-2010, 10:42 AM	#4
Rook Senior Member How Do You Identify?: A.G - Stone Butch - GenderFuck Preferred Pronoun?: Hym, Hyz...or, just b respectable, it's not that hard.. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Columbus Posts: 2,280 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,227 Thanked 3,183 Times in 1,287 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	hmm... I also have only 1 to tell, and Only 1 because after the whole thing went down, I was within inches of punching my brother....and refusing more of his "help" I had just "Outted" myself to my brother 2 days prior, and he did mumble "maybe it's a phase, like when you were obsessed with Galaga?" and I should've seen the signs of Disaster to come when he was talking evidently to his girlfriend and I heard him say "I have no clue what you're talking about..Does she wear guy clothes?..umm..we fight alot because she fucking raids my closet almost every day, yeah" That should've told me to run..fast... He chirped when saw me "hey, u butch-ah or femina?" I scowled and said "what the fuck do you think?" and posed all rough and tough {I was 17} He told me he wanted me to meet someone, and I squinted.. I was pissie he was telling anyone w/o my consent.. Anyways, we head out, and I'm asking 20 questions, I don't like Surprises, he kept sayng "Just wait, you might like her" I'm imagining every possible scenario, and buy 2 peach dyed roses on the way.. I realize we're heading to his girlfriends house and I try to relax and lighten up so I ask "Please tell me you're not setting up with your girl, I dont do bi, much less share with siblings"{I was 17 !!!} He smirked and said "neither do I" We arrive, and his girlfriends all giddy, and it gets contagious..we wait on the Porch, it's kinda sprinkling rain {another bad bad sign} She tells me her sister is in the kitchen, and calls her , let's use the name "Zoe" If my jaw could drop, if I could get away with murder, I would've bludgeoned my brother... Out comes Zoe.. I'm staring, very rudely, and stunned into silence.. Zoe was butch, from head to toes.. Work uniform, swagger, slightly low voice, and a haircut I suddenly wanted Bad.. He managed a small smile, extended hand for a firm shake, granted hys hand was considerably smaller than mine, and I thought if I squeezed i'd break it... When he asked if the flowers were for him, grinnin' rather cute...I mumbled "pshaw, nah man..I wanted to thank your sis for being nice"..which was a huge mistake, because I stepped on something slippery trying to reach the sister and fell hard to the ground banging my head on the wall... Next thing I know, he's offering a beer to place on the bump, I'm thinking about 50 different ways to kill my brother at this point.. He nags hys sister for 20 bucks since hy's broke, and I'm staring at my brother, hy asks if I could wait a moment while hy changes from clothes, and I shrugged sayin "okie" hy's walkin' ahead, and I grab my brother , shoving him against the wall, he's got a shit eating grin from ear to fuckin ear, and I told him "mark my words, dick-for-brain, u will pay for this" He shrugged and snickering he said "aww c'mon, i dont know how this shit works...youre a woman, she's a woman, what else is there?"...I almost slapped him, but Zoe popped out of nowhere asking if I'd like something to eat... {He did murmur 'I'm sure she'd Love something to eat ' which earned him a sharp elbow jab+glare} at the bar, Zoe had a blast talking a lot, and I'm focusing on the pool table, responding blankly with a random "yup..ok.." He did take things weird...Braggin' of the ladies he'd slept with... My mistake..Saying yup to something I didnt hear well... When I bothered to look, hy had this deviously evil grin..cleared my throat and asked "what did u say?" "I said, I don't mind my rep. the more the merrier, hell I could bed u, and not be phased, all u gotta do is show some interest" That was when I figured things couldn't possibly get worse.. He gave some good advice on how to "come out" to my parents, we actually sat with the neighborhood Drunk and knocked back a few "Palo Viejo" In hys drunken state he broke out into a rather Impressive rap session, and for a brief moment, we stared at each other, I kinda liked the colour of hys eyes, alot, and the emotion they showed.. And yes, talked about hys ex girlfriend...a lot... I told hym I had to grab a bus or miss the last one... On the way Home, my brother was quiet as a mouse.. I looked at him and said "dont u Ever pull another stunt like this w/o knowing" He smirked and said 'oh get off it, u liked Zoe, I never saw u blush before' Next day, I'm home, relaxing, watching a cheesy Soap, door knocks, and there is Zoe... All I could mumble was "I will fucking kill him" Zoe quickly defended him by saying "it's not his fault, man, i forced my sister to give me your brothers address, I know we got off on a really fucked up foot, but, I promise, if you give me 1 small chance, you won't regret it...I know an awesome, and respectable food joint" The 2nd "date" was an improvement... And no, I didn't regret it... __________________

03-12-2010, 03:39 AM	#5
Gemme Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: Queer Stone Femme Girl of the Unicorn Variety Preferred Pronoun?: She, as in 'She's a GEM' Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: The roads are narrow here Posts: 36,587 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 182,195 Thanked 108,763 Times in 25,659 Posts Rep Power: 21474887	Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever had a blind date. __________________ Gemme's Journal I'm misunderestimated.

03-12-2010, 10:14 AM	#7
Apocalipstic Pink Confection How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: She, Her, Ma'am Relationship Status: Dating Myself Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Nashville Posts: 4,266 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 17,195 Thanked 11,382 Times in 2,839 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	Ramdom thoughts...... Stappie, this is hilarious! OMG! You are cute enough to pull it off too...if you weren't, Sarah's friends would be dead now. Laugh! EZ, dying laughing! Cat pictures and too "delicate" to open a can of soda? LMAOOOOOO Ohhhhhh, I think meeting people from on line before digital pictures counts! I met some doozies. Not to mention people often post pictures not of themselves, like we won't notice when we meet them. One Butch I met ended up being married to a sniper in the marines. Yeah. She was hot, but wayyyyyyyy high maintenence and well...married....to a sniper. She would call me up and ask whay I was doing and no matter what I said she would scream...Lierrrrrrrrrrrrr.....once, she sat across from my work and stared at my car. Neen, I am also not feeling very lady like today and must admit to having maybe broken a dick myself once...and not beating it on a window. Those things are expensive! Rook, too funny! Peach roses and all. When I was single I wanted to make up a contract for first dates with stuff like.... I swear not to call you 20 times a day, I swear not to sit across from your house...and so on. Hysterical thread perfect for a rainy Friday morning! __________________

03-12-2010, 10:33 AM	#8
violaine Timed Out How Do You Identify?: atypical Preferred Pronoun?: plague words and phrases Relationship Status: love wise guys of the avian world Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: wekiva springs basin Posts: 3,236 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 9,934 Thanked 3,294 Times in 1,301 Posts Rep Power: 0	[QUOTE=apocalipstic;65509]One Butch I met ended up being married to a sniper in the marines. Yeah. She was hot, but wayyyyyyyy high maintenence and well...married....to a sniper. She would call me up and ask whay I was doing and no matter what I said she would scream...Lierrrrrrrrrrrrr.....once, she sat across from my work and stared at my car. jen, you crack me up!