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Bluelight Singles thread "Living without justification" Part 2

Haha brad, yeah i see where you're coming from man. I used to get hell awkward with all these types of things aswell but with experience it all becomes easier as you realise alot of it is just built up in your mind.

i expect that i'll fuck shit up and things will end bad, but i'm not gonna try to make that happen.

This is my point. You won't consciously TRY to make it happen, but the fact that you expect it means unconsciouslly you will act in a way that makes it true. Theres alot to be said for thinking positive. Although you might find that hard, i'm serious when i say this - it's defintiely somethign worth changing. It'll help in ALL areas of life. There's always positive. I see 'failure' as opportunity to improve. It's only failure if you let it be.

If you're both into politics thats fine, its common ground which you will talk about. The reason i said not too is because politics often can turn into heated disagreements laden with negativity - this is bad. If ever you feel it getting to negative steer it elsewhere.

It seems like you've already known this girl for a while, i was initially going under the impression you'd just met her.

Anyway, open air cinemas sounds good but ensure that you walk around, eat or whatever BEFORE the movie. At least 1hr before the movie should be dedicated to warming up to each other. It's stupid to meet up then go and sit next to each other in silence for 1hr 1/2. THIS is what makes you over analyse and think about what might happen and what you might do wrong.

Remember, don't think, FEEL!

Adikkal
 
this guy should get a journal...

You will be totally fine 1234. A couple of drinks, a bit of a chat and then cuddling up while watching an open air movie.
Despite all the stress that goes into them - first dates are rarely total disasters.

Even if I don't want to see the person for a second date, we both usually have enough entertaining stories to keep the first date a pretty fun thing.


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After spending all yesterday in a depressive funk lying on my bed with my eyes shut listening to TOOL on repeat I was completely ready to throw in the towel and have a lame night spent watching The Big Lebowski by myself at home, then getting an early nights rest.

Being bored as sin and keen to escape the house briefly I decide to go for a workout... 1 hr later and I am feeling like a million bucks again (thanks endorphins!), with a changed attitude about the evening coming up.

After knocking back about 4 RedBull's and getting a half price ticket to a beach party involving Norman Jay I proceed to have a fucking smashing evening of almost total sobriety... dancing with mates, chilling out with a Corona, bumping into friends and getting the occasional "eye" from certain girls.

Then I saw her.

Gorgeous blonde with a stunning smile. Dancing while she is working behind the bar...

A quick case of the situation puts competition levels at high. Despite the fact she is a bartender there is a noticeable amount of guys who have already sussed the situation and trying to make flirtatious conversation etc while ordering drinks.

I skuttle back into the shadows.

Vowing that I would bide my time and take advantage of my caffeine/guarana enhanced sobriety in a little while when the competition has been culled from taking too much alcohol/drugs.

"Mate", I say to my friend sitting next to me, "before the night is over I am going to talk to that girl".

Fast forward about 2 hours.

Norman Jay is in the final 20mins of his set and my prediction is coming true. The dancefloor is packed and a lot of people look to be too inebriated to do anything but smile, dance and jump around.

I slip back to where my Bartender girl is working, away from the main fray.

"Go on you pussy.... do it. Fucking do it. Now....NOW"

Taking a final slug of RedBull and popping a fresh peppermint Extra in my mouth I start walking.

My brain is already beginning its mindfuck...

"Bartenders get this all the time... she is so hot, she has to have a BF... what if the RedBull is making you look crazy?, people are going to laugh when they hear you get rejected"

I am halfway through a mental "Fuck off thoughts, for Christsakes just go an - "

- and I am there.

My cleverly rehearsed speech mentally prepared minutes before goes to shit.

I decide to go with honesty. Big Smile.

"Hi... look I have been trying to work up the courage all night to come and approach you here, and I know that if I didn't at least come over and ~try~ to ask for your number, I would completely regret it. I'm Adam"

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Smile back! wait... is it the rejection smile? the classic combination of warm expression with pitying eyes?

No!

No! its the genuine article! Bonafide!

"Really?! wow I am flattered, I am Kate. Sure!"

I pass my phone over...

In the brief chat that followed we managed to talk about Uni courses, Extreme frisbee and where I work..

She laughs, I laugh... I think to myself time to make an exit here... this is going damn well and I don't want to stuff it up with one stupid RedBull-powered inappropriate comment.

"okay Kate it was awesome meeting you... ill chat to you soon, have a great night"

Big smile.

Walk away.

Grin.

I plan to call on Monday :)
 
Shnouzer - truly beautiful :) Gotta love when shit like that happens. And everytime i know i should goto the gym but don't feel like it, i always think about how good i feel afterwards and i go, and feel awesome!

Congrats dude, let us know how it goes.

Adikkal
 
shnouzer: that's great. kudos for having the balls to ask her, and even better that you got the right response. keep us updated as always!

okay, my date:
we met up and started walking down to moonlight - botanical gardens - and got confused when we saw a massive load of people in front of a big screen. it wasn't the botanical gardens, but it looked as if it must be moonlight.

confusion ensued until i remembered tropfest was on today, and wondered if this was a simulcast (is this on every year? how stupid am i for not knowing that, if so!). anyway, turns out it was, so we bailed on moonlight and stayed to watch tropfest. the movies were great!

anyway, the date was okay but we probably should have goon to m/l for a better atmosphere. that said we're both film geeks so it was probably that reason that kept us at t/f instead. there were way too many people for it to really feel like a nice kinda date-atmosphere (whatever that would feel like), but we sat on blankets and drank (orange juice, wooh!) and had fun.

definitely very little uncomfortable feelings, but there was absolutely no room and the positioning made any kind of romantic movements (coupled with my own 'omg is there i put my arm around her, nah that won't work i'll probably fall over or something' insecurities ;)) virtually impossible. still, i got a kiss or two, so i figure that's the way a date is supposed to head ;)

and just because the evening wouldn't be complete without it, there was one very brad moment - pouring her a drink i misbalanced the bottle and poured orange juice all over her hand. classy move! but she was amused so it's all good.

shall see her next week. i guess things are good (still hate the whole dating idea though. i swear i'm better single, but hopefully this will be 'good for me'. and yes i realise that is an entirely ethically questionable thing to be saying when entering a relationship, but i have my neuroses so what can ya do :)).
 
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^ Nicely done old mate:D


But god damn, that story makes me think better you than me. I hate the whole dating thing too:\
I'm not sure if I've ever been on a date8(
 
all this positive talk and plurry stuff is making me feel sick...damn you all!! im with bella...i know what i want i just cant have it.

ps. good work brad!
 
good work! what you doing with her next week?

p.s. last time i went on a 'date' with a guy he spilt beer down my white top :( but i still ended up with him for a few months!
 
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1234 awesome news!

Don't stress about the OJ thing, the only times "perfect dates" ever happen are in Hollywood teen romance movies.

A mate of mine was on a date with a girl and managed to accidently spill his entire pint down the front of his pants.

and he still saved the evening!

Point being - if the person likes you, something like OJ spilled on their hand couldnt be worth a damn :)
 
brad, little quirky things like pouring juice on her are cute - they are what make the date memorable, and if she laughed that's just a bonus - girls love guys who can make them laugh, even at things that they do by accident =D im well proud of you because it sounds like it was fun!

leec - you and i need a coffee and a game plan m'lady!
 
aww im jealous of u shnouzerpuff.. i want some new cute person to get my number!

i've decided at the moment that being single really sucks.

ive mostly gotten over the fucker who dumped me on valentines day (still a bit bitter about his choice of timing though) so im not feeling depressed about how i miss him or anything.

its just that having someone to kiss and cuddle or get the occasional sms off that makes u all excited is something i want backkk.

its a bit rainy and cold today (perfect sex/snuggle weather) which is probably why im feeling a bit like 'aww i want boyfreind'. but yeah.. singless is so gay right now.
 
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^hehe yeah.. ive always found that the best bit about boys is that there are so many of them. but im bored NOW! grrr damn you romantic rainy weather :)
 
everybody whinging about breakups should go have a long term relationship of 2+ years fall apart before getting oh so depressed about a 2 week fling. it's puke worthy.
 
silvia saint said:
everybody whinging about breakups should go have a long term relationship of 2+ years fall apart before getting oh so depressed about a 2 week fling. it's puke worthy.

i dont think thats very fair. there are always going to be other people with worse off situations. it doesnt mean that our feelings are any less real.
 
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