Reading this reminds me of when I was an undergrad, specifically in the fall of 1992 - I was taking the first semester of calculus-based physics (or as they called it "university physics") and struggling mightily. One day, our professor was out, so another physics professor lectured in his place. This guy was brilliant, by far the best physics mind and researcher the university had. He took a liking to me and invited me over to his house. Being 19 and naive about the world, I did go over (actually went to his house a couple of times). He would mainly spend time talking to me about anything other than physics. He never mentioned a girlfriend & all the pictures in his house were of family members. I had strong feelings that he was gay but I wasn't completely sure because I don't think he was comfortable letting that be known to not only me but the entire community. He was fascinated by how wide I could open my mouth . I think that right there was my confirmation he was gay. I remembered I came back to my dorm one night after going to his house and telling my roommate about how this guy wanted to see how many eggs I could hold in my mouth at one time and even put pool balls in there and he looked at me and said, "Careful, the next thing you'll have in there is his d***!"
Sounds like he wanted to get physical. :grin: But seriously... you actually had a conversation about how many eggs and pool balls you could fit into your mouth?
Lmao FB If gay sex was perceived to be implied and you spoke 3rd partilarily sp?,lol, you're def thinking about it. I like the van :grin: , but if you invited me to chill and play some CoDBO, I don't think about gay sex with you, nor should you think gay sex was at the end of the rainbow.
No but I could tell that he was ready at a moment's notice - all I had to do was give him the signal to get started. :grin: I can't really remember because that was 18 years ago. I do remember having about 2 or 3 eggs in there and the amazed look on his face. What can I say - I had a sheltered existence growing up. It was also around this time that I choked the chicken for the first time and had my eyes opened on mar1juana (was even offered it but turned it down thinking it was some kind of weird cigarette). At least 18 years later, I know better, lol.
I don't get why people still respond to this guys threads. He obviously makes up most of his 'stories'.. he's like MacBeth, but without the interesting side to balance out the annoyance.
I went to his house, he made me a hot cocoa and then he talked about some assignments that he was missing from me. He give me some extra credit for coming to his place. Thats all.
Are you sure he wasn't checking out your bod? Although the 19 year old, naive Manny Ramirez would say, "What are you talking about?" You don't want to be like THAT guy, trust me on that one. :grin:
and bring some Kenny G music. Or hire a Mariachi with guns inside their guitars to protect you from boredom or death whichever suits you.
This sentence is more entertaining if you think of it in this context. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hot+cocoa http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=extra+credit
He's going to take you FISHING next. Spoiler Yeah, see... I'm going to have to stop you there, Mr. Rogers Nelson. Why would Mariachis protect them from boredom with guns inside their guitars? I mean, does boredom attack... to the point that you have to have someone use their gun? You mean these guys?? Spoiler :grin:
As a foremost studyologist on hot cocoa and Dirty Sanchez's, I'd say, it's like apples and sauce baby.
lol GEEZ THANKS.. for someone reason this pic keeps making me laugh out loud and my coworker walked by asking wtf i was laughing at
