Need girl advice. (Page 2)

Great idea, but leave out the "no" part!

I voted "She orchestrated the whole thing"- She want`s you! You`re money! You`re so money and you don`t even know it!

Umm slipping the note will work great, if you are in high school. Other than that be more direct about it. If I got a note asking me if I "liked a boy" I would cross him off my list as immature and probably 40 years old living with his mother or something like that (yes I get that some people move home after divorce etc. I am talking about the guy who never moved out and Mom cooks and cleans for and washes the skid marks out after 40).

thats my favorite kind.  just my opinion.  (kidding)

I would die if you passed a note!  You should do it!  Please...provide us with a good laugh!  We need one!

For about 30 seconds I actually entertained the idea of passing a note for you people and the laughs it would provide... What the hell is the matter with me? BT is like a gang, I swear.... NO DATING OUTSIDE OF BT!!!!

Wow, Haley. That was hot... call her something else...

next time you pass her in the hall (going opposite directions) yell "Watch out, tooshy squeeze!" and give it a nice little squeeze as she goes by.

Edited by 3558 2005-08-22 9:50 AM

No. I'm pouting here in my office. So sad.

LMAO!!

I DARE you to do this...AND pass her a note.

I love how BT'ers give advice based on their own selfish reasons/fantasies/kicks. Hilarious.

Now THERE'S a brilliant idea. Yep do that. Can we take up a collection for the lawyer now?

I have to say it and I don't want to say it but I have too.. the power of Chipotle compels me. You can always send her a burrito.

The note would be funny and might even work, it's so retro, but the grab ass is definately out, at elast for now.

I'm mad at you. Youre going to be in trouble tonight when you get home.

It starts, smoking hot babe-o-rama, coming on to you at the office. Oh yea it's all good. You get up the nerve and ask her out. Yea she wants to go and you are in clover. You put on your best Members Only Jacket and Old Spice and haul her out for Sashimi. It does not matter that you don't actually LIKE Sashimi and want a big ole steak, this is for babe-dom.

You think the date is over but no. Ms. Smokin wants to go home with you. SCORE. You take her in past your dirty, skid marked laundry and dead plants and have it. The BEST most AMAZING two sheet boogie of your life. SCORE! You fall asleep.

The next morning you wake up and she is gone. Whew. Wait... is that your dirty laundry folded in a neat pile? Are your houseplants looking perky? Whose toothbrush is that in the bathroom? You go to the kitchen and a nice breakfast is all laid out for you. Eggs, bacon, whole grain toast. Perfect. Then you see...

THE NOTE:

"Hey honey. Just popped home to get some things. Be back here after work. Then you look at the voicemail. 300 messages? All from HER number? Each one getting more nuts as they go along about where you are and are you with another girl.

HELP! She has been undone by the Old Spice. You are stuck. The next thing you know you are being introduced to the family from hell and going down the aisle in a funky tux with a blue shirt and ruffles. Oh and the amazing sex? She has a headache now. At least her 13 cats will keep you warm on a cold night. Too bad the Cervelo got sold to pay for the wedding. Still your honeymoon in the Pocono's was pretty good.

Next thing you know you are old with 14 grandchildren and a chick who has not changed her hairstyle in 30 years. All because you wrote her a note.

Notes: the beginning of all evil. Think about it.



Never say I am always bubbly and upbeat.

Edited by nliedel 2005-08-22 10:06 AM

C'mon, you can't stay mad at me... I know what's happeneing here... you need your bell rung... Meet me at the house in 15 minutes and we'll scratch that itch....

I think you should add...
"can I take you out for a Diet Cherry 7up sometime?"

Yes or No

Umm...want some Prozac???

Only if you let me join your date. I mean, only if you don't ever go out with this girl.

That was tongue in cheek peeps.

Never, baby. Never... now stop talking... there you go... yes...