Phone Message From Dimitri. LOL!!

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"The back story on this is that a girl named Olga was out with her friends in the Marina district of San Francisco (known for being a popular hang out for douches), and she talked to this guy named Dmitri for all of two minutes. Then she gave him her card and said "give me a call." The above is the messages he left. Listen to the whole thing, it just keeps getting better and better..."
 
OMG! I think I dated that guy long ago. Good thing he let her know how strange he was in a message, it's really hard to get rid of that kind of guy. What a weirdo.
 
The best part is the 3 o clock deadline to return his call and the "don't call me if your on meds". Dear Lord! You know most probably think this is a joke. But I totally believe it is for real. When I was single I met crazies like that who tried to date me. One of the crazies gave me the creepiest note. I saved it but who knows where. I'll post it here one day when it turns up. This guy was infatuated with me left this note called 'recipe for love'. It was like two cups friendship, 2 tablespoons of compassion, blah blah blah. But then it had the murderer from the movie Scream drawn all over the note.
 
1. Or maybe this... or maybe that... or maybe she's not interested douche!

2. Sure, he's a catch and nothing is wrong with him.

3. He reminds me of a Euro creep I met at a 24-Hour Fitness years ago. He approached me at a water fountain and bent down to fountain level to make eye contact while I was drinking. I was so uncomfortable that I actually rattled off my real # as I hurried away.

4. Passive Aggressive Personality Disorder... I looked it up for *hits and giggles.
 
When I was a junior in college, I stopped dating for a year because nobody I could find to date who wasn't already engaged/married was NUTS. After a while I gave into the peer pressure (you can only fade "Dude, are you gay?" so long before it really pisses you off) and set up guidleines:

1. Nobody under 20 (I was 22 at the time)

2. Nobody bigger than a size 3 unless she's 5'10" or taller (I needed a second rule and it was vauge enough to toss people out)

3. No psyc majors (they are all psycos, or were at the time)

4. No blondes

Why the rules (no I'm not a sexist pig)? Because I couldn't handle the drama of somebody who was trying to "work out" her problems. I made three shots at trying to help out three rather attractive but nutzo coeds and all of them failed in grand fashion. After a while you get tired of jousting windmills.

Some of my ex-girlfriend stories are epic, like the cocktail waitress I dated who used to give men the number for Animal Control or the City Dump who would hit on her. Lucky for me, she called me. Double lucky for me, we broke up after a couple of months. I couldn't handle the partying anymore, but I wouldn't admit it. You can only stay up till 2:30 for so long and get up at 5 for work before you start to lose your mind.
 
no_vaseline said:
When I was a junior in college, I stopped dating for a year because nobody I could find to date who wasn't already engaged/married was NUTS. After a while I gave into the peer pressure (you can only fade "Dude, are you gay?" so long before it really pisses you off) and set up guidleines:

1. Nobody under 20 (I was 22 at the time)

2. Nobody bigger than a size 3 unless she's 5'10" or taller (I needed a second rule and it was vauge enough to toss people out)

3. No psyc majors (they are all psycos, or were at the time)

4. No blondes

Why the rules (no I'm not a sexist pig)? Because I couldn't handle the drama of somebody who was trying to "work out" her problems. I made three shots at trying to help out three rather attractive but nutzo coeds and all of them failed in grand fashion. After a while you get tired of jousting windmills.

Some of my ex-girlfriend stories are epic, like the cocktail waitress I dated who used to give men the number for Animal Control or the City Dump who would hit on her. Lucky for me, she called me. Double lucky for me, we broke up after a couple of months. I couldn't handle the partying anymore, but I wouldn't admit it. You can only stay up till 2:30 for so long and get up at 5 for work before you start to lose your mind.
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Sounds like the same kind of adventures I had after finishing up grad school and moving out to Vegas for a few years. I made the rounds and dated a cocktail waitress, bartender, and dancer but just like you I couldn't keep up with the party lifestyle and having a professional job. I mean you can keep going and going and going until the sun rises in Vegas but I had a suit & tie job that I had to go to at 8:30am. I guess sometimes you grow up and realize that you aren't 21 anymore.
 
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