Some people are jocks. Some people are preps. Some people are sluts. Some people are popular. Some people are all of the above, or a combination of one or more.
Some people are nerds.
I am a nerd.
Nerds don't go to parties. Those other people do.
I'm not those other people. I don't do what they do.
After covering my basketball games (which put the evening at 7pm) I went to the library and got on the computer until it closed at 8. Then I went to a mexican restaurant and ate dinner. It was then 9 pm. I was led to believe the party was starting at 9:30 or 10 pm. I drove over to her house and parked in a nearby lot. I waited. I felt sick. I went to the university center, and looked in the mirror. I looked like a nerd. I went back to the parking lot, ended up circling the house five times and parking again each time.
The last attempt I actually got out of the car. Guys I was so scared my entire body was screaming for me to get back in the car where it was safe. I got in there and left, and tried not to turn my head to look at that apartment building and the people outside it as I passed it.
Two songs played in the car as I began that trip home. Joe Walsh's "Life's been good to me" and AC/DC's "Hell's Bell's." Those are two of my favorite songs, and they are never played on the radio.
Those were my mp3s, calling me home.
I had a good cry on the way home, but I'm here now, where I belong. With you guys, my geforce 4 and no one else.
Phobia, that's funny. I laugh because I've spent many a party mixing drinks. Margueritas are always a winner. Another guaranteed success is any drink with grenadine. Any white liquor combined with a citrus juice or lemon/lime soft drink and a pretty swirl of the red grenadine is a guaranteed winner. And if you can top that off with a slice of fruit, well.... [Reply]
Originally Posted by : Originally posted by pHoBiA ...
Pour over crushed ice, shake until frothy, serve.
Heathen, you do not need to dilute it with 7up or other. You do not pour it over crushed ice. You fill a blender with ice pour phobias mixture into it add two teaspoons of confectioners sugar and blend until you have a Margarita Slushee. The blending will melt just enough ice to take care of the dilution and the sugar takes the bite off which is great for the ladies.:-) [Reply]
Originally Posted by : Originally posted by Logical Heathen, you do not need to dilute it with 7up or other. You do not pour it over crushed ice. You fill a blender with ice pour phobias mixture into it add two teaspoons of confectioners sugar and blend until you have a Margarita Slushee. The blending will melt just enough ice to take care of the dilution and the sugar takes the bite off which is great for the ladies.:-)
Hehe - the idea is taking the bite off. Either method works for that, but mine adds a little bubbly dynamic to the 'rita. I will try the sugar someday. Probably not anytime soon 'cuz the wife has 6 months+ to go.... [Reply]
Originally Posted by : Originally posted by pHoBiA
Hehe - the idea is taking the bite off. Either method works for that, but mine adds a little bubbly dynamic to the 'rita. I will try the sugar someday. Probably not anytime soon 'cuz the wife has 6 months+ to go....
I see your point on the bubbles, why are women so impressed with simple carbonation. I am sure the delay will be well worth it.:-) [Reply]
Originally Posted by : Originally posted by Adam KC gochiefs -
Have you considered getting drunk before you go to a party? You'd have to get a cab, but I really think it would help.
Dude - he's been drunk ONCE. I don't think drunk is the answer to overcoming this situation. At least not the first few times. He doesn't yet know his limitations. Drunk, puking, and passing out is a recipe for digging further into his shell. I would advise against doing that with people who are essentially strangers. [Reply]
I'm serious about the girl thing. If it was all guys, I would have had no problem going. I certainly had no problems going to my first chiefs game at the bar. [Reply]
Unrelated to gochiefs plight, but a story about chick drinks.
I used to tend bar in Paducah, Ky., in a pretty nice restaurant. On the weekends we'd get lots of customers from the surrounding dry counties. One night an old rancher/farmer guy came in. Had on overalls and boots, brought his family in for dinner. He sat down and ordered a pink squirrel, which is an ultimate chick drink. And he ordered another, and another. And eventually he got all effed up on those pink squirrels. Eventually he came to the bar to let me know he wasn't happy with my efforts.
"You call this a pink squirrel??!!?? This pink squirrel ain't worth a s***. I make better at home!!"
Years later I still get a laugh thinking of this old farmer coming home from a hard day in the fields and slamming down a few pink squirrels. [Reply]
Originally Posted by : Originally posted by gochiefs No way in HELL I tell her about this.
I'm serious about the girl thing. If it was all guys, I would have had no problem going. I certainly had no problems going to my first chiefs game at the bar.
Man something about this post begs to have statements about your orientation made. I won't go there but you have some sort of serious issues to be in college and feel that way.:-) [Reply]
Phobia... you think GC is what he says he is? Doesn't some of this kinda make you think he's kinda beggin' for attention? I dunno.. I hope not. He doesn't seem to take any of the advice that's offered.... and he plays the "nerd" thing up WAY too much. I dunno, I have my doubts. [Reply]
Originally Posted by : Originally posted by pHoBiA Dude - he's been drunk ONCE. I don't think drunk is the answer to overcoming this situation. At least not the first few times. He doesn't yet know his limitations. Drunk, puking, and passing out is a recipe for digging further into his shell. I would advise against doing that with people who are essentially strangers.
Okay maybe not drunk. But I definitely think doing a few shots to get a good buzz going beforehand could be a good thing.
Nothing will help somebody get past social apprehension like a little alcohol. It raises the "who gives a ****" factor a few notches and is probably his best shot at suddenly seeing himself as witty and likeable. (Which is often a self-fulfilling prophecy.) [Reply]
