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Jim's Cafe 26.4.20'. - First introductions!
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1. One time, I meet with my best friend's boyfriend for the first time, I wanted to shake hands but then I brushed my clothes with my cigarette by accident...then I went to the toiler and came back with an empty roll and threw it behind him in the trash, "You're without toilet paper by the way". Also, their rug in the kitchen said "Kitchen" so I pointed at that and said, "Smart. Once you're high enough to have no idea what's going on, at least you'll know where you are."
2. I was sleeping over at my female friend's place a few ...months ago. But some guy wanted sleepover as well, and he waited for us near her student house...I greeted him with, "The bed is taken" then stretch my arm to handshake, "Tanja, by the way".
Heh...
2. I was sleeping over at my female friend's place a few ...months ago. But some guy wanted sleepover as well, and he waited for us near her student house...I greeted him with, "The bed is taken" then stretch my arm to handshake, "Tanja, by the way".
Heh...
I don't think I have ever had an actual awkward first encounter. At most, I may get people with whom I have a first encounter, but who then tell me it isn't one. Given I never cared and they never made an impression, I never have ANY idea I've ever met that person before.
...Or. There IS a 'first encounter I had'.
I once went with my mother to the farm of a family she was acquainted with. After we parked, inside the farm, and she left to greet people, the farm owner, a large man came out from the opposite direction, prompting the 'Crap, he's gonna ask what I'm gonna do here'. So I muttered a 'good afternoon' and stuttered that I was my mother's son. A 24-year-old man.
He later said that if he didn't know beforehand who I was 'supposed to be', he'd think he was seeing a ghost, because it was kind of what I looked like.
...Or. There IS a 'first encounter I had'.
I once went with my mother to the farm of a family she was acquainted with. After we parked, inside the farm, and she left to greet people, the farm owner, a large man came out from the opposite direction, prompting the 'Crap, he's gonna ask what I'm gonna do here'. So I muttered a 'good afternoon' and stuttered that I was my mother's son. A 24-year-old man.
He later said that if he didn't know beforehand who I was 'supposed to be', he'd think he was seeing a ghost, because it was kind of what I looked like.
Tell me about it. 
@BlueGreen should knows this *bleh
Thanks for the tag @Tana
The first time I met my future mother in law was so awful I still cringe at the thought 35 years later.
We were still at school and he was just a friend at this point. A crowd of us went to the pub one evening. I was a fair bit younger than most of them and not really used to drinking. These were the days when pub landlords didn't care much about age restrictions and as the evening progressed I became more and more drunk. Eventually I had to run out into the pub garden where I fell over on the grass and was sick repeatedly for about an hour. I was wearing a white top and white trousers (forgive me, it was the 80's) and was in a total mess. I was too scared to go home as I knew my mother would kill me so my friend took me home to his house. I remember standing in his living room, covered in vomit, trying to make polite conversation with his mother like nothing had happened.
She was actually pretty cool about it, took me upstairs, stripped me off, cleaned me up and put me to bed before phoning my mother to tell her I must have food poisoning
The first time I met my future mother in law was so awful I still cringe at the thought 35 years later.
We were still at school and he was just a friend at this point. A crowd of us went to the pub one evening. I was a fair bit younger than most of them and not really used to drinking. These were the days when pub landlords didn't care much about age restrictions and as the evening progressed I became more and more drunk. Eventually I had to run out into the pub garden where I fell over on the grass and was sick repeatedly for about an hour. I was wearing a white top and white trousers (forgive me, it was the 80's) and was in a total mess. I was too scared to go home as I knew my mother would kill me so my friend took me home to his house. I remember standing in his living room, covered in vomit, trying to make polite conversation with his mother like nothing had happened.
She was actually pretty cool about it, took me upstairs, stripped me off, cleaned me up and put me to bed before phoning my mother to tell her I must have food poisoning
Thanks for the tag @Tana
The first time I met my future mother in law was so awful I still cringe at the thought 35 years later.
We were still at school and he was just a friend at this point. A crowd of us went to the pub one evening. I was a fair bit younger than most of them and not really used to drinking. These were the days when pub landlords didn't care much about age restrictions and as the evening progressed I became more and more drunk. Eventually I had to run out into the pub garden where I fell over on the grass and was sick repeatedly for about an hour. I was wearing a white top and white trousers (forgive me, it was the 80's) and was in a total mess. I was too scared to go home as I knew my mother would kill me so my friend took me home to his house. I remember standing in his living room, covered in vomit, trying to make polite conversation with his mother like nothing had happened.
She was actually pretty cool about it, took me upstairs, stripped me off, cleaned me up and put me to bed before phoning my mother to tell her I must have food poisoning
The first time I met my future mother in law was so awful I still cringe at the thought 35 years later.
We were still at school and he was just a friend at this point. A crowd of us went to the pub one evening. I was a fair bit younger than most of them and not really used to drinking. These were the days when pub landlords didn't care much about age restrictions and as the evening progressed I became more and more drunk. Eventually I had to run out into the pub garden where I fell over on the grass and was sick repeatedly for about an hour. I was wearing a white top and white trousers (forgive me, it was the 80's) and was in a total mess. I was too scared to go home as I knew my mother would kill me so my friend took me home to his house. I remember standing in his living room, covered in vomit, trying to make polite conversation with his mother like nothing had happened.
She was actually pretty cool about it, took me upstairs, stripped me off, cleaned me up and put me to bed before phoning my mother to tell her I must have food poisoning
Thanks for the tag @Tana
The first time I met my future mother in law
took me upstairs, stripped me off, cleaned me up and put me to bed
The first time I met my future mother in law
took me upstairs, stripped me off, cleaned me up and put me to bed
I'm sure I've had awkward first meetings but honestly I can't think of what they are. In the same fashion as being unable to hold a grudge or remember what I ate for breakfast I'm also not really able to recall right off much of what bothered me from the past. I live very much on "will this bother me in a week? In a month? In a year?" and if not then fuck it. Why would I hang on to it and an "awkward meeting" wouldn't fit into that.
I wonder if @Ash600 makes for any interesting first meetings. @Aurelia @Cynic Goat too How about @1964dodge or @Witty_Sarcasm or @Jedizen or @mfor I feel like you guys all have interesting stories. @GFS and @JMG as well.
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