Post: #26

this video is a true reflection of western society on so many levels

Post: #27

My prom story:

I was intent on getting laid somehow, my girlfriend at the time wanted to go to some after prom field party...which you didn't drive to, these chartered school buses dropped you off in the middle of nowhere. As I started to hear the details I didn't even pack a tent, I was just like "I am going to stay up all night watching my back" as my girlfriend was a hot, petite little thing with great tits and I was going with HER friends, that were losers, so I knew that they would be targets for people to start shit. Hot girl with no alphas, no law, and associated with the school losers is asking for trouble.

Lo and behold we get to this place to find someone being stabbed, a gigantic line for some dried out kegs and people on way too many drugs. I dragged her to the treeline, where the firelight meets the edge of the darkness and just tried not to freeze to death while I watched fight after fight develop. At the same time I didn't want the cops to come and break it up as I had no idea where I was and no way to get home if these shuttle buses stopped. She did not talk to me as I was being a paranoid buzzkill, so I didn't even make out.

Daylight came and we hopped the first bus back into town with her loser friends, two of whom were so high/drunk/hung over that they started yelling, and then puking on the bus. This both pissed off other passengers and exposed them as weak, they turned into targets and soon were set upon by other savages on the bus while the driver just drove faster and faster into town so he could get people off of the bus as soon as he could. We were supposed to get a ride home from these fuckheads being accosted on the bus, and even IF they were to make it out without severe beatings that were to come they were way to drunk to drive.

The bus doors empty into this parking lot and these dudes spill out of the back door of the bus, these 2-3 of them plus their screeching girl orbiters trying to defuse 8-9 thugs intent on fighting them at the least. My girl moved forward towards her friends and I grabbed the back of her coat and said "I am out of here, your friends fucked up no way in hell I'm going to get in a fight for them. You can come with me or stay with them" I bolted across the parking lot and down into some woods as these dudes were beaten and robbed. I walked down a trail near a creek before coming up at a gas station and using a payphone to call my brother for a ride. I was delirious from no sleep, exhausted from adrenaline, cold, pissed that I followed my girlfriends suggestion and definitely wasn't getting laid. She was traumatized at leaving her friends to be beaten, but followed me, and sort of pouted until we dropped her off at home.

Pretty bad prom, but could have been MUCH worse.

This was in the suburbs of toronto.

Post: #28

(04-18-2015 08:58 PM)Dr. Howard Wrote:  My prom story:

...She was traumatized at leaving her friends to be beaten, but followed me, and sort of pouted until we dropped her off at home.

Pretty bad prom, but could have been MUCH worse.

This was in the suburbs of toronto.

WTF dude!? Prom in the Congo during civil war times?

That's just crazy really!

Post: #29

(04-18-2015 08:58 PM)Dr. Howard Wrote:  My prom story:

I was intent on getting laid somehow, my girlfriend at the time wanted to go to some after prom field party...which you didn't drive to, these chartered school buses dropped you off in the middle of nowhere. As I started to hear the details I didn't even pack a tent, I was just like "I am going to stay up all night watching my back" as my girlfriend was a hot, petite little thing with great tits and I was going with HER friends, that were losers, so I knew that they would be targets for people to start shit. Hot girl with no alphas, no law, and associated with the school losers is asking for trouble.

Lo and behold we get to this place to find someone being stabbed, a gigantic line for some dried out kegs and people on way too many drugs. I dragged her to the treeline, where the firelight meets the edge of the darkness and just tried not to freeze to death while I watched fight after fight develop. At the same time I didn't want the cops to come and break it up as I had no idea where I was and no way to get home if these shuttle buses stopped. She did not talk to me as I was being a paranoid buzzkill, so I didn't even make out.

Daylight came and we hopped the first bus back into town with her loser friends, two of whom were so high/drunk/hung over that they started yelling, and then puking on the bus. This both pissed off other passengers and exposed them as weak, they turned into targets and soon were set upon by other savages on the bus while the driver just drove faster and faster into town so he could get people off of the bus as soon as he could. We were supposed to get a ride home from these fuckheads being accosted on the bus, and even IF they were to make it out without severe beatings that were to come they were way to drunk to drive.

The bus doors empty into this parking lot and these dudes spill out of the back door of the bus, these 2-3 of them plus their screeching girl orbiters trying to defuse 8-9 thugs intent on fighting them at the least. My girl moved forward towards her friends and I grabbed the back of her coat and said "I am out of here, your friends fucked up no way in hell I'm going to get in a fight for them. You can come with me or stay with them" I bolted across the parking lot and down into some woods as these dudes were beaten and robbed. I walked down a trail near a creek before coming up at a gas station and using a payphone to call my brother for a ride. I was delirious from no sleep, exhausted from adrenaline, cold, pissed that I followed my girlfriends suggestion and definitely wasn't getting laid. She was traumatized at leaving her friends to be beaten, but followed me, and sort of pouted until we dropped her off at home.

Pretty bad prom, but could have been MUCH worse.

This was in the suburbs of toronto.

Post: #30

(04-18-2015 08:58 PM)Dr. Howard Wrote:  My prom story:

I was intent on getting laid somehow, my girlfriend at the time wanted to go to some after prom field party...which you didn't drive to, these chartered school buses dropped you off in the middle of nowhere. As I started to hear the details I didn't even pack a tent, I was just like "I am going to stay up all night watching my back" as my girlfriend was a hot, petite little thing with great tits and I was going with HER friends, that were losers, so I knew that they would be targets for people to start shit. Hot girl with no alphas, no law, and associated with the school losers is asking for trouble.

Lo and behold we get to this place to find someone being stabbed, a gigantic line for some dried out kegs and people on way too many drugs. I dragged her to the treeline, where the firelight meets the edge of the darkness and just tried not to freeze to death while I watched fight after fight develop. At the same time I didn't want the cops to come and break it up as I had no idea where I was and no way to get home if these shuttle buses stopped. She did not talk to me as I was being a paranoid buzzkill, so I didn't even make out.

Daylight came and we hopped the first bus back into town with her loser friends, two of whom were so high/drunk/hung over that they started yelling, and then puking on the bus. This both pissed off other passengers and exposed them as weak, they turned into targets and soon were set upon by other savages on the bus while the driver just drove faster and faster into town so he could get people off of the bus as soon as he could. We were supposed to get a ride home from these fuckheads being accosted on the bus, and even IF they were to make it out without severe beatings that were to come they were way to drunk to drive.

The bus doors empty into this parking lot and these dudes spill out of the back door of the bus, these 2-3 of them plus their screeching girl orbiters trying to defuse 8-9 thugs intent on fighting them at the least. My girl moved forward towards her friends and I grabbed the back of her coat and said "I am out of here, your friends fucked up no way in hell I'm going to get in a fight for them. You can come with me or stay with them" I bolted across the parking lot and down into some woods as these dudes were beaten and robbed. I walked down a trail near a creek before coming up at a gas station and using a payphone to call my brother for a ride. I was delirious from no sleep, exhausted from adrenaline, cold, pissed that I followed my girlfriends suggestion and definitely wasn't getting laid. She was traumatized at leaving her friends to be beaten, but followed me, and sort of pouted until we dropped her off at home.

Pretty bad prom, but could have been MUCH worse.

This was in the suburbs of toronto.

Dude what year was this?

Post: #31

Something tells me that a lot of us would like to hear more of Dr. Howard's stories.

Post: #32

Not seeing the big problem here guys. Overly romantic teenage boy try to woo loudmouth saggy faced teenage girl who speaks before she thinks.

Sounds about par for the course.

I think her instantly crying is somewhat redeeming for the couple. A girl crying is the natural reaction for her to have when she knows she's fucked up with her man. She's trying to avoid his wrath. The fact that she cried at least shows she's still got some feminine nature in her and him some masculine nature. If she hadn't cried it would either mean she's fucked up emotionally beyond repair, or he is such a weakling chode that his girl doesn't even respect/fear him enough to cry when she knows she's fucked up royally and should be expecting a beat-down, yelling-at or breaking-up with.

Post: #33

Actually it was 13 years later not 20, but you lads get the point.

Post: #34

(04-18-2015 09:46 PM)philosophical_recovery Wrote:  Something tells me that a lot of us would like to hear more of Dr. Howard's stories.

Answering the questions:

I think this was 1997? I didn't think it was that 'crazy' at the time as stories of lebanese, or vietnamese or jamaican gangs beating people up or stabbing them was the norm. Kids were getting nostrils torn open, glass in the brain from broken bottles, piercings impacted, throwing bowling balls at cars, chasing party crashers with baseball bats, stabbed over streetfighter etc.

As I grew older and traveled I realized that my younger years were not 'normal' and in fact pretty fucked up. I just figured "Hey, I live in Canada...which is supposed to be the home of the most peaceful and friendly people on earth so everywhere else must be WAY worse" I was wrong, my stories of growing up in suburbia are often terrifying to those of a similar white middle class background in america.

I have posted other stories, but mostly about logging/forestry work in northern canada.

End thread derail: I am curious though if other toronto/ontairo members that were around in the 1990s remember regular levels of violence from teenagers or perhaps more on topic...at prom.

Post: #35

(04-18-2015 08:58 PM)Dr. Howard Wrote:  My prom story:

I was intent on getting laid somehow, my girlfriend at the time wanted to go to some after prom field party...which you didn't drive to, these chartered school buses dropped you off in the middle of nowhere. As I started to hear the details I didn't even pack a tent, I was just like "I am going to stay up all night watching my back" as my girlfriend was a hot, petite little thing with great tits and I was going with HER friends, that were losers, so I knew that they would be targets for people to start shit. Hot girl with no alphas, no law, and associated with the school losers is asking for trouble.

Lo and behold we get to this place to find someone being stabbed, a gigantic line for some dried out kegs and people on way too many drugs. I dragged her to the treeline, where the firelight meets the edge of the darkness and just tried not to freeze to death while I watched fight after fight develop. At the same time I didn't want the cops to come and break it up as I had no idea where I was and no way to get home if these shuttle buses stopped. She did not talk to me as I was being a paranoid buzzkill, so I didn't even make out.

Daylight came and we hopped the first bus back into town with her loser friends, two of whom were so high/drunk/hung over that they started yelling, and then puking on the bus. This both pissed off other passengers and exposed them as weak, they turned into targets and soon were set upon by other savages on the bus while the driver just drove faster and faster into town so he could get people off of the bus as soon as he could. We were supposed to get a ride home from these fuckheads being accosted on the bus, and even IF they were to make it out without severe beatings that were to come they were way to drunk to drive.

The bus doors empty into this parking lot and these dudes spill out of the back door of the bus, these 2-3 of them plus their screeching girl orbiters trying to defuse 8-9 thugs intent on fighting them at the least. My girl moved forward towards her friends and I grabbed the back of her coat and said "I am out of here, your friends fucked up no way in hell I'm going to get in a fight for them. You can come with me or stay with them" I bolted across the parking lot and down into some woods as these dudes were beaten and robbed. I walked down a trail near a creek before coming up at a gas station and using a payphone to call my brother for a ride. I was delirious from no sleep, exhausted from adrenaline, cold, pissed that I followed my girlfriends suggestion and definitely wasn't getting laid. She was traumatized at leaving her friends to be beaten, but followed me, and sort of pouted until we dropped her off at home.

Pretty bad prom, but could have been MUCH worse.

This was in the suburbs of toronto.

We need a crazy stories from childhood/teenage years thread. To think there was another story as good as the Cutlass Supreme one.

Post: #36

That prom story sounds absolutely insane.

School officials were cool with this?

No wonder balls aren't allowed in playgrounds any more.

Post: #37

Well, I can't top Dr. Howard's story, but here's mine:

I was a total beta throughout high school, the few girls that were interested in me I was 100% oblivious to the signs. I never went on a single date and wouldn't have even known how to kiss a girl if not for some girl in an after school group who was a year ahead of me that decided to make a move on me. Then I didn't realize I was supposed to call her and make a date or something so she dumped me through a mutual friend who I was actually more attracted to. If I'd only had a clue.

Anyway, a year or more out of high school I finally stumbled upon a (younger) girl and made the effort (which paid off as she became my gf) and eventually she was in the right grade to go to Prom. I'd been fooling around with her for a while but the The prom part was still kind of exciting because even though they were 2-3 years younger than me her friends were actually cool and I hung out with them here and there and I'd gone to zero dances/social events when I was in high school.

The planning was kind of annoying, I remember realizing that I had to rent a tux and getting fitted and buying that wrist flower thing for the girl. My gf's bitchy and rich friend said that her uncle was going to get a limo for us all and she was planning it all and blah blah which I was fine with as long as her uncle was actually paying for everyone. At the last minute the bitchy/rich friend told us that we need to pitch in for our share and that her uncle was only paying for her and her date.

So I said "fuck her, I'm not listen to her tell everyone what we're doing all night" (even though I had the money since I was out in the real world working and not a high school kid) and told my gf that I'd drive us in my shaggin wagon so that's how I ended up taking my semi-cool old (70s, no heater) ride to pick up my gf for prom, then drove us over there, danced the night away, then drove to a secluded parking lot and got a BJ before dropping her off at home.

It was good.

Post: #38

What's the most romantic thing you have ever done for a girl?

Post: #39

(04-20-2015 04:59 AM)Pride male Wrote:  What's the most romantic thing you have ever done for a girl?

Some random things off the top of my head:

Drinking high end wine watching the sunset over a famous golf course resort on the coast followed by a fine dinner out.

Walk on the pier (after it was closed) as thick fog rolled in on a strangely warm night. We talked for what seemed like forever as we walked around, amazed that you couldn't see land once we were a short way down the pier. I looked around for security cameras, didn't see any, so I bent her over the rail like Leonardo DiCaprio should've in Titanic and banged away in the cool foggy mist for a good while. Don't think she'll ever forget that one. It was surreal.

Playing piano while a girl finished getting ready and we both drank some wine, drove her down to a seclude ritzy area near her (she was rich but she'd never been there), wandered amongst the tide pools, lifted her up over rocks, brought her to a little nook out of the wind and we drank wine out of the bottle while the sun set and far beyond, timed it somewhat coincidentally so that the little valley between the hills had the moon rise as we made our way back. She looked at me like I'd plundered half the continent and brought her all the spoils. Took her to a high end bar/restaurant afterwards where there's a dish I told her she had to try. Shmoozed with my attractive female friend who I knew would be working the bar that night.

Hike in the snow, snuck multiple Newcastle bottles and condoms with me, found a deserted clearing and a tree with some non-snow covered area underneath it. Brought the beer bottles out and stuck em in the snow, we drank and talked in the shade under the tree then got hot and heavy and banged it out while we could see our breath. To start off the session I had her take her pants off and lower herself onto me as I sat against the tree. The sun was just so in the sky that I could see it shining bright through a drop of her wetness as she lowered herself onto my dick. It was this perfect romantic moment for me. Left the condom with my come in it and the empty beer bottles for the next hikers to find.

Kidding, I took all our trash with us. Littering is for fuckups.