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Bear
14:08 / 23.03.05
Sex sex sex, don't people just hold hands anymore. It's so sad.
 
 
_Boboss
14:10 / 23.03.05
Personally I think the answer is to stop dithering and over-analysing and just get on with it.

what like, just like shag each other like a pair of goddamn date-rapists you mean? is that what you want? mutally attracted youngins consenting to rape each other?

disgusting - obviously the only tried and tested way of understanding this kind of problem is by asking a computer screen full of non-accountable text what it would do in your situation.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
14:34 / 23.03.05
If you've only known this girl for four weeks but she's all you can think about then it's lust.

Actually, that's not fair and not true. It's pretty clear that Generation is suppressing his sexual feelings to a slightly alarming extent - if I had met a girl I really loved and *not* thought even academically about the sexing in a month, I would probably conclude that I was gay and she was Cher. He's vigorously rejecting the idea that he might have any "impure" feelings for her at all. More precisely, it is courtly love, or a crush, or sublimated desire.

Annnnyway. Point being not that you *should* have had sex with her, Generation, simply that a number of situations occurred - the two late nights talking, the drunken night - where you probably *would* have had sex with her in the greater scheme of things, or, if you'd rather, at the very least kissed her, or touched her hand or whatever your pure mind will allow. The fact that it did not suggests either:

1) You are a man of true principle, in which case well done, but you may want to consider your next options.
2) A strange fear gripped you and you just couldn't ask, in which case you are much as you were, and just need to pluck up some courage or resign yourself.
3) You are fiercely repressing your desire to kiss your friend, in which case go for it - it sounds like he feels much the same way about you.
4) She just isn't into you like that.

There is, ultimately, only one way to find out. It will be easier not to confront this, but not, and I think this is the important thing, for us.

If she is genuinely perfect for you and worth the trouble, behave accordingly, but bear in mind that it is easy to mistake the One for the One who's handy, especially if she is conveniently inaccessible...
 
 
Ganesh
15:24 / 23.03.05
If you believe in life after love, Boogaloo, kick that pedestal over. Alternatively, don't - but try not to impale yourself in exquisitely masochistic agony for too long. Barbelith could turn reeeally nasty...
 
 
Alex's Grandma
18:46 / 23.03.05
Sax,

In that situation, don't gurlz usually end up going home with the guy who loses the fight though ? At least that's always been my experience anyway - I keep on trying to take a beating in Stringfellows for example, I even drink ten pints to make it easier, but to no avail so far. I'm just too rock, I guess.

Perhaps it's different Up North ?
 
 
lekvar
19:16 / 23.03.05
don't gurlz usually end up going home with the guy who loses the fight though ?
Only in Hollywood romantic comedies.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
21:44 / 23.03.05
Spill it all out, have sex, and take it from there.

Although spilling it all out PRIOR to sex can be a source of embarrassment.
 
 
Brigade du jour
22:21 / 23.03.05
Boogaloo, you've given me an idea. You've already proved your at least passing familiarity with Prince, so I recommend the following:

Search all your local pubs until you find one (I don’t know, let’s call it ‘The Hope’) with a jukebox enlightened enough to feature the ‘Purple Rain’ album. Hopefully it won't be a shithole. But that’s pretty unlikely.

Get the lyrics to the album off the internet or something (or failing that try a music shop - I mean, it sold 15 million copies).

Get your Beloved down there for a night of your usual drinking and endless chat. Just when you feel that ol' passion start to rise (and I do mean at that precise moment, neither just before nor shortly after), stand up calmly (even if she's mid-sentence - she may think you're being rude but she'll be enthralled all the same), walk over to the jukebox and put on track 3 - The Beautiful Ones.

Stand looking at the jukebox as the song starts, just maybe tapping your foot when the beat comes in, but UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES look round at her until the lead vocal starts.

WHIP ROUND AND MAKE EYE CONTACT, mouthing (NOT, I repeat - NOT singing) every word of the lyrics to her. During the first verse, walk slowly towards your Beloved, still mouthing the words. You’ll find them eerily appropriate to your situation, I expect.

When the song gets all emotionally overwrought and spectacular towards the end, this is when you really cut loose – I want you to climb up on to the table, maybe even the bar itself, mouthing every Princely screech and yelp and writhing around like a banshee. Eye contact with your Beloved after this point becomes somewhat negligible, as you ought to have closed them in your hysterical musical ecstasy.

As the song finishes, you need to end up curled in a ball at her feet, perhaps stroking her toes, but certainly gazing into her eyes with a facial expression that conflates puppy-dog subservience with single-minded, unbridled desire.

I imagine you might be thinking that I’m taking the piss out of you here Boogaloo, but believe me I’m not. Doing all the above exactly as I’ve instructed will clarify two very important things. Number one – it’ll show her that you really do love her, because look you’ve just made a prat of yourself and you really don’t care. Number two – it’ll show YOU that you really do love her, because look you’ve just made a prat of yourself and you really don’t care.
 
 
Lilly Nowhere Late
05:23 / 24.03.05
Or, ignoring all the cynics and pro drinking to rape supporters here, This could be the love of your life...tread carefully.
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
07:10 / 24.03.05
God help me for sticking up for gumbitch!!!, but surely nobody seriously thinks that "buy the first couple of rounds" = "drinking to rape"?
 
 
Tryphena Absent
07:48 / 24.03.05
Unless, after drinking lashings and lashings of alcohol, you think that it's a good idea to ignore the resounding slap to the face that she just gave you.

You do realise that I wasn't suggesting you slip the date rape drug in to her drink. Right?
 
 
Tryphena Absent
07:50 / 24.03.05
And I'm pretty sure that some people have slept with the love of their life on the first date and everything's been fine. It's surely more problematic to leave it too long and find that they've got sick and tired of you behaving like a 12 year old and gone off to find someone who, you know, isn't terrified of sex.
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
07:52 / 24.03.05
Meant to include this in my last post - let's not forget that what gumbitch!!! actually said was:

you're students and she's failing. get her to the pub tomorrow at eleven am, order the first two g'n'ts and be in bed with her by half-two. if there's anything there at all then it really will be that simple.

The last sentence is crucial. These Barbelith unrequited love threads tend to miss the fact that the key undetermined factor in these situations is "does the object of my affection find me sexually attractive to any extent?". What gumbitch is proposing isn't overriding someone's consent, it's testing the waters. I know it's not how the Americans do that, or how all British adults do that, but it is how most students do it: sit down, get drunk together, see if there's any chemistry.
 
 
I'm Rick Jones, bitch
08:04 / 24.03.05
I read that as "get her pissed to fuck her". I don't drink G+T.

My bad, I guess.
 
 
_Boboss
08:05 / 24.03.05
i only meant 'buy the first round' i.e. 2 g'n'ts, have one each. after that, it's her turn. if she won't buy you back a tescos and tonic in the union bar, she might not be able to find the motivation to run off and spend the rest of her life in a magic love-castle with you.

i think the prince idea is reasonable (if you want to be like ducky in pretty in pink doing his otis), but next-to-impossible without some lubrication anyway.
 
 
_Boboss
08:09 / 24.03.05
DON'T DRINK G+T?!!!1!

you should it's lush.
 
 
I'm Rick Jones, bitch
08:29 / 24.03.05
Heh. Weird you should say G+T, but it ain't my poison.

We go out on the lash a fair bit, so that probably isn't going to be any way to judge things...
 
 
Loomis
09:33 / 24.03.05
So what do you both drink then? This could be the root of the problem.
 
 
I'm Rick Jones, bitch
09:41 / 24.03.05
Booze. In alternating rounds. It goes in my mouth hole!
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
09:47 / 24.03.05
I think the point is not getting drunk. The point is telling her that you likelike her, if you think she likelikes you, and not doing so if you are confident that it will lead only to rejection, incredulous laughter and righteous boyfriend beat-down. The alcohol was simply a suggested way to provide the impetus.
 
 
Smoothly
10:03 / 24.03.05
Or, depending on how much you get through, the impotence.
 
 
Olulabelle
11:23 / 24.03.05
what like, just like shag each other like a pair of goddamn date-rapists you mean? is that what you want? mutally attracted youngins consenting to rape each other?

Er...no.

Stop dithering around and over-analysing if someone likes you or not, or what, and what if, and what then, means just ask him/her out and then you'll know.

And also, just because you ask someone out doesn't mean you have to sleep with them, but if you both agree to sleep with each other it's hardly date rape, is it? It's two peeople agreeing to sleep with each other because they like each other.

Jay-sus.
 
 
I'm Rick Jones, bitch
12:33 / 24.03.05
I haven't slept properly since saturday, sorry about the date rape thing. My eyes feel like bags of grit.
 
 
ibis the being
14:01 / 24.03.05
God, I love, love, love this thread. Or do I really?

I was afraid I was going to sound like a totally unromantic beast if I replied to the luvstruck Boogaloo, until I read all these other posts by unromantic beasts. I particularly adore Nina's I believe in real love and I don't think lust is a negative thing.

Boogaloo, Barbelith's really doing you a massive favor in here. I only wish I had such advice when I was a starry eyed 23 year old fool pining away after people I was Completely Smitten, Uncannily In Tune, and Quite Possibly In Love with. Oh Lord. It hurts to remember it - and by "hurt," I'm talking about that special sting of regretful embarrassment.

You're really doing yourself a disservice in putting such a dramatic gloss on your feelings for this chick. The reason why people are telling you this isn't love is not because we're crusty cynical bastards (if we are, it's for other reasons) but because when you get a little older you'll realize that love involves much more ordinary things like farting in bed and arguing over teaspoons and, I don't know, grocery shopping together on Sunday night when you really don't feel like it but you desperately need more milk and bread.

Really, not to get super corny, but love is what happens after that other person ceases to be magically wonderful and you feel more affection for them than when they were (or you thought they were). For example, how would you feel about this girl at 7am on Monday morning when you're both getting ready for work, you're running late and she's bitching at you about rinsing the toothpaste out of the sink because she just has a *thing* about that?

It sounds like you enjoy the fantasy, and/or fantasy generally. And I'm betting that she does too (hey! you have something in common), since she's still dating her boyfriend and clearly indulging in some sort of quasi-romance with you. But just as you hesitate to even think about something as banal (I'm guessing that's your attitude) as sex with her, let alone make a move to get involved with her, she'd probably wind up rebuffing you in that moment of truth if you ever did attempt to kiss her. You're better off where you prefer to be anyway - each of you fantasizing about each other with Bittersweet Longing.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
14:23 / 24.03.05
but because when you get a little older you'll realize that love involves much more ordinary things like farting in bed and arguing over teaspoons and, I don't know, grocery shopping together on Sunday night when you really don't feel like it but you desperately need more milk and bread.

I honestly don't know which is worse - the Virgin Soldier over there in the Student Union or this.
 
 
Triplets
14:24 / 24.03.05
when you get a little older you'll realize that love involves much more ordinary things like farting in bed and arguing over teaspoons and, I don't know, grocery shopping together on Sunday night when you really don't feel like it but you desperately need more milk and bread.

That is not love. That is marriage.

We just want Boogaloo to boogaloo.
 
 
I'm Rick Jones, bitch
14:55 / 24.03.05
Right, I'm fucking off for the weekend. I nominate Gumbitch to pretend to be me and field all suggestions/questions/threats.

Don't let me down, Gumbitch! There's a couple of bottles of pop in it for you if you don't fuck up!
 
 
Olulabelle
14:58 / 24.03.05
We just want Boogaloo to boogaloo.

Do we?

I thought we didn't much have a position on if he actually boogalooed or not, I thought our main concern was that he stop fretting so much about the boogalooability between the two of them, and concentrate more on getting to the potential boogalooing stage itself...
 
 
Triplets
15:14 / 24.03.05
Hehe. No, I think it's that he can't see the boogalooing for this emotional fantasy state he's caught up in. They should get down to some sweet, sweet boogalooing by the fire first then they can see if they want to make a go of it on a more solid (/actually substantial) basis.
 
 
Jub
15:16 / 24.03.05
threadrot

there's an alright little bar near Highgate Tube called Boogaloo. It's a bit wanky, but not as bad as some places.

/threadrot
 
 
Tryphena Absent
15:20 / 24.03.05
I don't know, grocery shopping together on Sunday night when you really don't feel like it but you desperately need more milk and bread.


Oh but it's true, you know it's love when it's really freezing cold outside and when you don't want to go to the supermarket but you have to you only have to ask and there are TWO of you going.
 
 
The Falcon
15:21 / 24.03.05
That is not love. That is marriage.

Ah, but. In the words of one Frank Sinatra, do the two not 'go together like a horse and carriage'?
 
 
Loomis
16:32 / 24.03.05
Boogaloo, you just have to ask yourself: what would Steve do in this situation?
 
 
grant
17:14 / 24.03.05
I think I'm in love with ibis.

And if the Prince thing seems like too big a first step, simply fall on one knee before her and WITHOUT MAKING EYE CONTACT clasp both hands together above your head and beg her for a handkerchief or a lace doily or even a pub napkin for you (and getting these words out right is really important) "to bear into battle as a favor from my lady."

Then ask if she'll go to the market with you for milk and bread.

Oh, it *sounds* self-referential, but I guarantee it'll work. One of my first dates with my future spouse was a trip to a junkyard.
 
 
Chiropteran
17:25 / 24.03.05
[1950's Educational Film "What To Do On A Date"]

Have you thought about asking this girl to come help fix up the scavenger sale at the community center on Friday?

[/1950's Educational Film "What To Do On A Date"]

Sorry, it was the junkyard-date thing...

~L
 
  

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