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A loose female acquaintance of mine calls me at 1:00am today and asks me if I could print something on the computer for her and bring it over in the afternoon. "Hey yeah sure sure, whatever you need I'll help you, I'm all yours," I tell her. She sends me this file and lo and behold I can't open it. It's made in Microsoft Publisher and I don't have that program so I begin panicing, trying to find this program or a way to print the file. Scouring the internet yields no results and I do my usual pacing in my room.

I finally come up with an idea and I tell the girl, if I can proceed with it. The plan was I would carry my printer about 2miles to her house, print out the needed pages, maybe talk to her a bit while I was there. I was hoping for at least a hug out of this ordeal.

By the time I get there, I'm wet all over from sweating in the +90 degree heat outside and carrying a heavy motherfucking HP Deskjet printer. The first thing I see upon entering her room (my first time in a girl's bedroom) are some panties on her bed.

After the initial shock of seeing such a horrific sight for the first time, I setup the printer and get my job done. However, I did consider sniffing the lingere when she left the room once, but with the wuss that I am, I just ended up staring at them the whole while. That was a sarcastic joke for those of you too stupid to realize that

To make a long story short, just as I was finishing up with the printing job (which was hefty), her boyfriend and his gay friend walk in, say hello, and begin hanging out in the room as they waited for the girl to finish this work so they could go to the mall.

This effectively ruins my chances of getting a hug and I walk another 2 miles home with the motherfucking printer in hand. The only thing that I got out of this were some very painful fingers and a "thanks" as I walked out her bedroom door.

So, am I pathetic for doing all these things? It wouldn't be the first time I've pledged my heart and soul to a girl and gotten back almost nothing in return. I would hate turning her or anyone else I knew down or making up some lie.

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There was this guy in first year... I was pretty lonely and desperate for friends so we hung out all the time even though he was kind of odd. He started off being really kind to me, bringing me food and hanging out with me when I was super depressed.
But it kind of escalated, he'd be at my apartment all the time uninvited, force his way in, or corner me in public even when I obviously wanted to be alone. I was polite, but the guy wasn't picking up on it.
The final straw was me mentioning that I had been sexually assaulted (I'm pretty open about this, but it's sensitive) and him going "That's okay, my parents always told me to buy used." After that, I started wearing a massive raincoat around campus so that he wouldn't see me or talk to me.
Effing creep.
Edit: I will follow up to this story by explaining that the only time I ran into him after this, pretty much, was as members of the same club. We barely talked until Valentine's Day, when he messaged me the following: "I know you have a boyfriend, but I am madly in love with you and want you to break it off with him for me."

Ratjaculation posted:

Ratjaculation posted:

nice guy stories please

Ratjaculation posted:

Ratjaculation posted:

The General posted:

Wasn't that printer story a goon? Also, if you're going to haul a printer for miles for a girl, at least make sure she's single before you go. Or maybe be bi, so you could bang her boyfriends gay friend. That story never ceases to make me laugh though.

Also, I'd gently caress that anorexic chick fat.

The General posted:

Wasn't that printer story a goon? Also, if you're going to haul a printer for miles for a girl, at least make sure she's single before you go. Or maybe be bi, so you could bang her boyfriends gay friend. That story never ceases to make me laugh though.

Also, I'd gently caress that anorexic chick fat.

Jose posted:

in the op voted 5

Doctor Schnabel posted:

yeah he was a goon and then he killed himself

Doctor Schnabel posted:

yeah he was a goon and then he killed himself

Gaunab posted:

What about nice gals?

Gaunab posted:

What about nice gals?

Gaunab posted:

What about nice gals?

Gaunab posted:

What about nice gals?

a dog from hell posted:

You can look at girls and nobody can stop you. It's pretty pleasant in its own right and you can be as perverted and blatant about it as you wish.

But touch them and all bets are off. Imprisonment, rabies, struck by lightning, alimony and being banned from the premises are just a few of the dangers associated with touching women.

Just take a gander and if one looks back smile a toothy goon grin. Maybe she smiles too. Pleasure without pain.

Mumpy Puffinz posted:

what the gently caress is wrong with you?

a dog from hell posted:

Everything.

Pick posted:

Honestly, the biggest issue is that they never follow up by asking us out. There are lots of nice guys I'd have dated if they'd ever asked, but they didn't.

ArbitraryC posted:

They're probably internet people who have had it repeatedly drilled into their heads that taking the initiative and being openly interested in a woman who hasn't given you explicit permission to do so is basically sexual harassment, hence why they think the successful dudes who do these things are "jerks" who "don't respect women".