Girls who broke your heart thread

Salshun_foh

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No the best feeling is thinking you"re dropping it the wrong spot then just realizing she is that fucking tight. Cracking that seal is just the best.
 
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Sutekh said:
You people are fucking retarded.
You just hate tight pussy, don"t you? And if you hate tight pussy, you hate America... and the middle east, and everywhere that honest, hard working men put bleeding, virginal pussy on a pedestal! It"s a blessing, sir, especially the comfort in suspecting a virgin can"t know what she may be missing! I"ll not have you besmirch it!
 

Tristinn_foh

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When I read stories like this, I think of this thread and all you fucking psycho losers.

I often ride the Metro when I commute from North Hollywood to Long Beach in order to save money. I bring a book, pointedly wear a ring on my ring finger to imply I?m married (I?m not) and keep to myself.
Without fail, I am aggressively approached by men on at least half of these commutes. The most common approach is to walk up to where I am sitting with body language that practically screams LEAVE ME ALONE and sit down next to me or as close to me as possible, when the train is not crowded and there are many empty rows. Sometimes an overly friendly arm is draped over the railing behind me, or they attempt to lean in close to talk to me as if we are old friends. Without fail, the man or boy in question will lean to close and ask me
What are you reading?
Is that a good book?
What?s that book about?

This serves the double purpose of getting my attention and trapping me in a conversation. If I stop reading the book I enjoy to talk to you, random stranger, you hit on me or just stay way too close to me. If I tell you to leave me alone, you get mad at me. Because I somehow, as a woman, owe you conversation.
Tonight when I boarded the train in Long Beach at 10:30pm, it started up right away. I was not on the train more than three minutes before three boys who looked eighteen sat in the row behind me and leaned over the seats into my personal space, close enough to breathe on me. The one with his arm draped over onto the back of my seat asked me?surprise? ?what are you reading?? I went through my usual routine. I told them loudly and firmly that I wanted to be left alone to read my book. They got angry. I was told ?Why are you going to be like that? I just wanted to talk!? His friends start laughing at me and they don?t move, telling me come on! and why are you gonna be like that? until I tell them to leave me the fuck alone, stand up, and move to the front of the car near the three other people on the train, a couple and a business man in a suit. They spend the next two stops shouting at me from the back of the car, alternating between trying to sound flirtatious and making fun of me, shouting ?I bet she?s reading Stephanie Meyer! I bet she?s reading Twilight or some shit! You reading Twilight or some shit??
They exit the train at the next stop, and I?m relieved. The train is going out of service at the next station, so we all exit to board a new train to Los Angeles. As we board, the business man steps aside to let me go through the door first and asks me if those guys were bothering me. I say yes, that it happens all the time, and he tells he?ll beat them up for me if they come back. He is a nice person who talks to me like I?m a human being instead of a walking pair of tits, and I make a mental note: This is how a real man talks to a woman on a train.
The business man and the couple exit our new Blue Line train an exit or so later, and I think my night is ending on a good note. A seemingly normal man enters the train with his bicycle. At this point I am three rows from the front of the car, another man was sitting near the back of the car, and the rest of the car is empty. Bicycle Man walks halfway down the row, and settles into the seat directly opposite me. Perfect, I think. Twice in one night.
It?s not the first time I?ve been bothered multiple times. As such, I?m still amped from the teenagers on the first train. So when this man leans across the aisle into my personal space and asks me, yes, what are you reading, I assertively but calmly tell him to please leave me alone, I am reading. The man stands up, moving to the front and muttering angrily over his shoulder that it isn?t his fault I?m pretty.
Yes. Exactly that. I am the bad person in this situation because somehow this is all my fault. I started this by being attractive. I am making a mental note to bitch about this to my friends later. I go so far as to write it down so I know I?m remembering it properly.
It is at this exact moment I realize Bicycle Man is not taking it well. The seemingly annoying but normal man a moment before is now talking to himself, becoming agitated. In my years of being bothered by total strangers, I have learned how to hold a book and seem to be reading while taking in everything around me. He is glaring at me, and says out loud in an angry baby talk voice ?PLEASELEAVEMEALONEI?MREADING. PLEASE LEAVE ME ALOOOONE.?
Then he?s up out of his seat and things go from bad to worse. He begins pacing back and forth in front of his bike, alternating between screaming something about his mother being dead and calling me a slut, a hoe, a bitch. I am frozen in place. There is one other person in the car, and I?m not sure if trying to change seats will draw more attention to me or less. I trust my instincts and show no fear, doing my best to appear to be calmly reading my book, never once looking up to acknowledge the abuse he?s hurling at me. There are four stops left until we reach the main downtown station where there are lights and security officers. Those four stops are virtually abandoned, and I have no guarantee that leaving to wait for another train won?t motivate him to leave the train as well, leaving us potentially alone at a metro station platform just outside of Compton. I?m frozen in place, trying to plan what I?m going to do if he decides to take all this rage directly to me. I?m ready to kick him, scream, make enough noise that he panics and flees.
At this point he?s punching the walls and doors of the train, screaming at me. He stares me full in the face and screams
SUCK MY DICK, BITCH
YOU BITCH
YOU STUPID BITCH
YOU GODDAMN HO
IF I HAD A GUN I?D SHOOT YOU
I WOULD FUCKING KILL YOU BITCH
This went on for two stops. No one came to see what was happening. The man in the last row was as frozen as I was. I?m not angry he didn?t come to my defense. He was smaller, older, and frailer-looking than I was. Again, I was worried if I got up, I would be turning my back on him to walk down the aisle. In the state he was in, I had no guarantee it wouldn?t get physical, and I had more physical strength with my back to the window and feet in kicking position where I was. If he had chosen to assault me, I would only be making it easier for him by standing up and putting myself directly in his path. On and on, over and over, he screamed at me, screamed at his dead mother, screamed at me again.
The moment we reached the downtown station, I was out the door and down the stairs. I still had to catch a connecting train to North Hollywood, and made sure there was no sign of Bicycle Man before I entered the car. That?s when I finally starting shaking, and almost threw up. By the time I exited the Red Line and reached my car I could barely breathe and my heart was pounding out of my chest. Even now, in my own home, my hands are still shaking and for some reason the stress has made my back muscles feel cold and numb. From all the tension, I can only assume. I can?t eat anything, I still feel like I?m going to vomit, and I?d be lying if I said I hadn?t cried so much, so hard I still have the headache.
So when people (men) want to talk about ?legitimate? forms of assault, tell girls they should be nice to strangers and give men the benefit of a doubt, tell them to consider it a compliment, tell them to ignore the bad behavior of men, I want them to be forced to feel, for even one minute, what it feels like to have so much verbal hatred and physical intimidation thrown at them for nothing more than being female and not wanting to share.
You all need to get your fucking shit together, you tiny dicked jackasses.
 
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She probably was reading Twilight. If she were reading anything worthwhile she"d probably be a bit better at writing. So melodramatic and exaggerated. She sounds like such an attention whore, running home to write about her experiences pretending to read on the bus.

I know, I know, she can"t help being pretty! I"m guessing she could... probably by actually engaging in conversation with these guys. My guess is they"d leave her alone pretty quick so she"d shut up.

I love the flip-side when a woman is reading a book and I ask what she"s reading and she flip the fuck out like I"m gonna rape her on the bus or follow her home, when in reality I just recognized the book they were reading from some class I also had or know the author and thought maybe they"d be interested in some random literary conversation.

But no, we"re all out to rape you, right?

Everyone is a victim if they try hard enough to be one.

But no, we"re ALL trying to rape you, right?! You know, sometimes we don"t care about how "pretty" you think you look on the train and are just bored and want to talk.
 

Fulorian

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How is a psycho screaming in a subway car related to the whole "legitimate rape" thing? I"m pretty sure the whole point of the legitimate rape commentary in the first place was drunk girls regretting their lax decisionmaking the following morning, not the legitimacy of forcible assault.
 

Dabamf_sl

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Well, in reality, most guys wouldn"t shut up and leave her alone. That"s why girls are often bitchy and dismissive to even normal guys. If every guy could take a hint that the girl isn"t interested and remove themselves, no one"s ego is hurt and girls don"t have to put up a bitch shield. But guys by and large can"t take a hint, forcing a nice girl into a long conversation w/ someone they don"t wanna talk to. I remember vividly years ago seeing a bachelorette party in a bar and asking one of them a question as I was walking by. She immediately got all closed off and kinda retreated into her group. I said, "relax, I"m not hitting on you, I"m tryin to ask you a question." Her entire body language changed after that. "What a bitch," I thought, until I realized a lotta guys probably see a bachelorette party and try to tag along the whole night trying to quasi rape an incoherently drunk girl.

Of course, having your first response be "leave me alone I"m reading a book" is really cunty. You can answer a question very shortly but politely, giving clear signs of no interest in further convo, and put your head back down. That gives normal people a clear sign and doesn"t make anyone feel insulted or defensive. Then for the assholes who can"t take a hint, you can--still politely--tell them you"d like to read. Give people the opportunity to be normal, then you can be rude when they are rude. Opening up with a statement that"s incredibly rude and insulting is quite anti-social (anti, not "asocial" which is what people usually mean when they say antisocial).

Bike guy may be a psycho, but any even normal guy, if responded to that way, would feel an equal rage build up. That"s huge disrespect to such an innocuous question. The only difference is psycho guys acts it out. She"s gonna find herself in a worse situation eventually if she keeps acting like that to people. "Weirdos start conversation in x way, therefore everyone who starts conversation in x way is a weirdo." Bad logic.
 
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Dabamf said:
Bike guy may be a psycho, but any even normal guy, if responded to that way, would feel an equal rage build up.
You had me until that point.

Maybe by "normal" you mean the "average" guy, or "many" guys would feel rage at being responded to in such a way... but that doesn"t make it normal. The notion it"s at all acceptable to feel any level of "rage" at being dismissed, even rudely, is a bit psychotic in itself.

The appropriate, "normal" response should be to get the hint, leave the person alone, and perhaps be a bit annoyed or disappointed. Being a paragon of humanity isn"t feel rage build up over a social situation, but not acting on it. It may not be showing you"re a psycho, but isn"t exactly well-adjusted behavior.

See also: the people who don"t act on road rage, but still feel it. Either way, it"s not healthy or normal or sane.

Normal people don"t feel RAGE at everyday social interaction... not have to suppress. building. rage. to prevent HULK SMASH!

Valid arguments about how deviant or abnormal behavior can become the norm, of course. Perception, etc.

Maybe it was just bad choice of words in associating "normal" with "rage building" over a simple social interaction with a stranger?
 

Phazael_foh

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He is going all white knight on us. To be fair, most younger girls are victims of the 1% rule (ie If an given action has a 1% chance of getting a guy laid, then there is a 99% chance he will carry out said course of action.) as men that age bracket tend to let their dicks direct them. But on the other end of the spectrum, girls in the 18-25 range are selfish batshit crazy cunts who make men jump through hoops just to cop a feel, so it is what it is. Cherry popping jokes aside, the thread is a good source of advice for people who can read through the bullshit, so broadly labeling everyone here a creeper/potential rapist is a little uncalled for.
 

Gaz_foh

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Phazael said:
girls in the 18-25 range are selfish batshit crazy cunts...
...so broadly labeling everyone here a creeper/potential rapist is a little uncalled for.
Well sure glad we got that out of the way. Why don"t you tell us a story illustrating what brought you to that conclusion! And make it juicier than ""None of these bitches hit me back on POF.""
 

Eomer

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We can"t make any definitive judgements on the people in that story until we establish one paramount fact: was she wearing yoga pants?
 

Phazael_foh

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Gaz said:
Well sure glad we got that out of the way. Why don"t you tell us a story illustrating what brought you to that conclusion! And make it juicier than ""None of these bitches hit me back on POF.""
No real story as POF did not exist when I was young. I am 41 and happily married after a long road to get there and I stand by everything I said. But don"t take my word for it, ask any woman who made it to 30 without therapy and they will be the first to tell you that women are fucking crazy in that age range. Ask any guy who made it to 30 without getting jail time over yoga pants and they will tell you a million stories of how they let their dick rule their judgement and the shit went bad. Exceptions exist, but if anything the whole attention whoring internet age has just amplified the crazy by giving an audience to the attention whoring part of it, whether its some crazy chick wondering who is going to rape her or some internet tough guy bragging about all the pussy he slays. Christ, Keg and Trex are a fucking case study in that shit.

TLDR Version: Experience is the best and most painful teacher.