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[Sylar]

I figured I'd ask here since some of you are PHD's in this field. Anywho there's this girl at my educational facility who i've seen maybe...3 times since September, and each time I see her, some kind of bad alt progressive rock track plays in my head as I think how much I would kill just to stare at her all day.

Note: Stare. Not fuck. Stare.

Anywho, she's got this haircut that I think is what driving me crazy; her face is decent (nothing amazing), and her body aint winning no awards but she has this hair that is just....damn. It's like Honey Wilder decided to reprise her role in Taboo 2 as a 18(?) year old college girl, except without the incest.

I've done the whole "ATM Machine is being a dickhead" scheme but that only lasts for a while. I've also done the whole "indie rock" thing because she attends those shitfests, and that works...but they're only once a month . Anywho, I'm running out of ideas and my eyes don't want to stop staring. I've asked my friends what to do, but they all think it's sexual and I'm 25% sure it isn't, as I certainly am not a shy person, nor lacking in partners. I just want to ....stare at her. For some odd reason. And I'm sure going up to this random girl and say that I want to spend the rest of my life staring at her hair would be quite weird.

Please help .

-Your Brain Eating Friend
Sylar ('09!)

 

[widgetraf]

Infatuation. You probably wont like her anymore after you get to stare at her for about 2 hours. That being said, bring a camera one day and just take a picture.

 

[Suburban Cowboy]

...take a picture?

 

[FatalT]

Take a picture. It'll last longer.

 

[superbank]

Take a picture and excuse yourself to the bathroom.

 

[RSTEIN]

pic please

 

[Oldschoolgamer]

Is she staring back?

 

[besiktas1]

...take a picture?

lol, that's exactly what I was thinking, if it is "just to stare" then take a pic

Spoiler

and wank away

edit: beaten :lol

 

[Escape Goat]

take a picture...and post it on GAF

 

[Moose]

...what happens when she changes her hair style?

 

[Fafnir]

Do you have her phone number?

Ask her for her phone number and take a picture of her hair on your camera-phone, but make sure she knows you only want a pic of her hair, either a conversation will start about how you dig her hair or she will be creeped out :lol

 

[Gigglepoo]

Do you have a lot of pasta? You could sculpt her.

Or maybe you have a surplus of bronze? Take up a Bust Making class on the weekends.

 

[Karakand]

find a photo on her MySpace and try masturbating to it

 

[medze]

Staring is for stalkers.

 

[Cerebral Assassin]

Talk to her(not about the staring :lol ) she may be deeply irritating, then you probably won't want to stare at her all the time or you might find you like her and then you may want to fuck her.

 

[widgetraf]

Be sure to post the pic on GAF.

 

[Hydro_Alexis]

:lol

If you want some advice ... listen to no one from this board

 

[Mojovonio]

did you fhuta?

 

[aoi tsuki]

Uhh, that's what social engineering and Myspace stalking is for.

Out of curiousity, would you like to stare at her hair as it creates a tunnel around your penis? i mean... really? Unless you have some benign hair fetish i'm thinking there's some sexual interest.

 

[Fuzzery]

Go facebook her

 

[lil smoke]

Sounds pretty scary to me. If I was her boyfriend, I might kick your ass if I caught you. Stop it dude.

 

[fmcato]

I love your hair. I could stare at it for hours. Can you give me some? I promise I'll keep it safe. So safe.

 

[Haly]

did you fhuta?

You'll have plenty of time to stare at that hair when you're fhuta.

 

[Dali]

I knew something was wrong when you referred to your school as an "educational facility".

 

[Sylar]

I was thinking of making up business cards for a fake modelling company, and passing it around to guys and girls in her area, making a note to give her one and hoping she'd answer the ad....


fuck this is sad

 

[Escape Goat]

I was thinking of making up business cards for a fake modelling company, and passing it around to guys and girls in her area, making a note to give her one and hoping she'd answer the ad....


fuck this is sad

yea, that doesnt scream "Rape setup" at all

 

[Sylar]

Out of curiousity, would you like to stare at her hair as it creates a tunnel around your penis? i mean... really? Unless you have some benign hair fetish i'm thinking there's some sexual interest.

She's just got this weird hair. It's like a mixture of 70's and 90's short hair that is incredibly sexy and interesting to look at...but I don't want to fuck her (she's only average) :lol .

I guess taking a picture would work but that's only 2D!

 

[Escape Goat]

She's just got this weird hair. It's like a mixture of 70's and 90's short hair that is incredibly sexy and interesting to look at...but I don't want to fuck her (she's only average) :lol .

I guess taking a picture would work but that's only 2D!

now you sound like phoenixdark

 

[lil smoke]

I was thinking of making up business cards for a fake modelling company, and passing it around to guys and girls in her area, making a note to give her one and hoping she'd answer the ad....


fuck this is sad

There was a serial killer who already used this trick.

You know they do have those hidden pen cameras, or the hat camera. Are you willing to spend $1000s on your fetish?

 

[perryfarrell]

Post a pic of similar looking hair. Nobody has a clue what you're talking bout.

 

[Sylar]

Post a pic of similar looking hair. Nobody has a clue what you're talking bout.

Believe me, i'm looking right now. :lol

EDIT: I found her hair! And I think my fetish! :O

Black version of Meryl's hair!

 

[Kaervas]

She's just got this weird hair. It's like a mixture of 70's and 90's short hair that is incredibly sexy and interesting to look at...but I don't want to fuck her (she's only average) :lol .

I guess taking a picture would work but that's only 2D!

What? you only fuck models?

Lucky man!

 

[Gigglepoo]

I guess taking a picture would work but that's only 2D!

Pssh, I gave you two perfectly reasonable 3D ideas.

 

[Sylar]

Pssh, I gave you two perfectly reasonable 3D ideas.

I draw on the level of athleticism at the Special Olympics.

 

[aoi tsuki]

I guess taking a picture would work but that's only 2D!

"Funny how we keep running into each other. You know, I've been meaning to tell you, you've got amazing hair. I thought about taking a picture but..."

Grabs blunt object and strikes girl unconscious

"...i'd rather have the real thing."

 

[Gigglepoo]

I draw on the level of athleticism at the Special Olympics.

How about telling her some variety of truth? Tell her your girlfriend wants to get a new hair style and you think she'd look really good with her hair cut. And then take a picture from a few angles and use a computer program to compile them into a 3D image.

Don't just walk up and say this, though. Get in a habit of small talking with her and then bring it up one time.

There's probably no way you could pull this off without being creepy. Why do you have such creepy desires?

 

[Sylar]

How about telling her some variety of truth? Tell her your girlfriend wants to get a new hair style and you think she'd look really good with her hair cut. And then take a picture from a few angles and use a computer program to compile them into a 3D image.

Don't just walk up and say this, though. Get in a habit of small talking with her and then bring it up one time.

There's probably no way you could pull this off without being creepy. Why do you have such creepy desires?

That's actually a really good idea :O. Thanks! Just to start striking up conversation with this random person!

:lol @ aoi!

And I don't know about the desires. It's just that fucking hair. It's not even special hair, it's just black hair in a fucked up style.

 

[Jocchan]

"Funny how we keep running into each other. You know, I've been meaning to tell you, you've got amazing hair. I thought about taking a picture but..."

Grabs blunt object and strikes girl unconscious

"...i'd rather have the real thing."

:lol

 

[aoi tsuki]

Funny thing is there was this girl working at the coffeehouse (as is usually the case) earlier today that had the same "tail" as Meryl, just not as drastic. Her hair was black and slicked back on the top and sides. She was cute in the geeky sort of way with the cliche black frame glasses and all. It was a really good look on her.

 

[Gigglepoo]

And I don't know about the desires. It's just that fucking hair. It's not even special hair, it's just black hair in a fucked up style.

Does she really not have MySpace or Facebook?

 

[Jasoco]

There is this girl I used to work with whom I have loved for four and a half years. It reached the peak of "infatuation" last August when I finally let it be known how I felt for her. She didn't take it well. But instead f telling me she didn't feel that way about me, she told me to wait and maybe we'd date later. Stupid me I believed her and over the course of the next 50 weeks I became more and more infatuated with her. To the point I was hoping it was just a crush. But it has not gone away in over 4 years.

I ended up alienating her because I was too open with my feelings for her, telling everyone around me how much I loved her, all except her. Eventually it culminated with an ill conceived hand written note sealed in an envelope handed to her with hopes of her reading it and knowing how I felt after all that. She never read it. Presumably threw it away because I asked for it back and she said she didn't have it anymore. She said "I'm not ready, okay?? We're friends!"

After this incident we went back to being friends. So it would seem. But it wasn't like it used to be. I never wanted to be friends. I wanted more, ever since I first met her. But back then I wasn't the guy I am now. I had no experience in the asking out part.

We were best of friends for 3 years until that "peak". The last two years consisted of me neglecting my own work duties just to be near her, talk with her, look at her. I would and did anything for her. Whatever she asked. Then she broke my heart and disappeared. We both left the company the same day. She went to another store chain. I went to unemployment. I saw her one time the next week when I heard that the store we worked in wanted me back. I told her that and she said "Don't come back. They'll just treat you the same as before." This was the first time I didn't do what she asked. I did come back. Albeit for five days before quitting again, but still, I left the store in the first place because of her. And came back to spite her. Only to leave again. (She doesn't even know I came back. I was only there for five days.)

I saw her once again after leaving the second time. But she did not see me. She was buying her stuff and I was at the service desk buying mine. As she left I turned to her and said "Bye!" to get her attention. She turned quickly, smiled and said "Bye!" back. And that was it.

Everyone was on my side. Except her. Apparently I inadvertently had the whole store and her own family on her case. Which I did not mean to do. Which brought on the whole "The more people bug me, the more pissed off I get. I'm not ready!" thing. It was that moment I realized what I had done. I had loved her so much I killed our friendship.

So after we went our separate ways (Though it's hard to not be close when she lives 1000 feet away and works right in town. Yet I still never see her.) I went back to trying to forget about her.

Until I got my new job. And fate instilled upon me the worse thing that ever could happen. They gave me the clock number that she used to have at our old job. So now whenever I work I am forced to remember her. I am forever clock 122. Out of all the numbers I could have had, they gave me HERS. At a completely new job.

I told a few people this and most of them say it's a sign. Including her grandmother.

A sign of what? That I'm supposed to do something? That I need to find her again? Or that I am never allowed to forget her? Ever?

Signs suck if there's no instructions attached.


I sympathize with the original poster. There were and still are times that I would look at her, especially in her street "Day off" clothes. Jeans and a really nice shirt, and would literally break down because I couldn't be with her. She has brought me to tears quite a few times. And I rarely tear up over anything. Not even when my dog died. I'm talking about "Jurassic Bark" style tears. But multiplied by a hundred.

I remember the first night, that August when I told her and she told me "Maybe later". I literally sat in my car in the parking lot with my face buried in my hands tears flowing like Niagra Falls. I finally got my eyes cleared and drove home. Walked into the house and sat on the couch lifeless unmoving for an hour until dad came home and I told him.

50 weeks later I actually started driving home before I started to feel the water works coming. I barely made it into my driveway. This is what she does to me. No one else does this to me. No one!


Your girl problem is nothing compared to mine. All of them.

 

[giga]

"Funny how we keep running into each other. You know, I've been meaning to tell you, you've got amazing hair. I thought about taking a picture but..."

Grabs blunt object and strikes girl unconscious

"...i'd rather have the real thing."

 

[Des0lar]

Fuck her hair?

 

[aoi tsuki]

WALL OF DEPRESSING TEXT I ONLY READ LIKE THE FIRST AND LAST SENTENCE

 

[GHG]

There is this girl I used to work with whom I have loved for four and a half years. It reached the peak of "infatuation" last August when I finally let it be known how I felt for her. She didn't take it well. But instead f telling me she didn't feel that way about me, she told me to wait and maybe we'd date later. Stupid me I believed her and over the course of the next 50 weeks I became more and more infatuated with her. To the point I was hoping it was just a crush. But it has not gone away in over 4 years.

I ended up alienating her because I was too open with my feelings for her, telling everyone around me how much I loved her, all except her. Eventually it culminated with an ill conceived hand written note sealed in an envelope handed to her with hopes of her reading it and knowing how I felt after all that. She never read it. Presumably threw it away because I asked for it back and she said she didn't have it anymore. She said "I'm not ready, okay?? We're friends!"

After this incident we went back to being friends. So it would seem. But it wasn't like it used to be. I never wanted to be friends. I wanted more, ever since I first met her. But back then I wasn't the guy I am now. I had no experience in the asking out part.

We were best of friends for 3 years until that "peak". The last two years consisted of me neglecting my own work duties just to be near her, talk with her, look at her. I would and did anything for her. Whatever she asked. Then she broke my heart and disappeared. We both left the company the same day. She went to another store chain. I went to unemployment. I saw her one time the next week when I heard that the store we worked in wanted me back. I told her that and she said "Don't come back. They'll just treat you the same as before." This was the first time I didn't do what she asked. I did come back. Albeit for five days before quitting again, but still, I left the store in the first place because of her. And came back to spite her. Only to leave again. (She doesn't even know I came back. I was only there for five days.)

I saw her once again after leaving the second time. But she did not see me. She was buying her stuff and I was at the service desk buying mine. As she left I turned to her and said "Bye!" to get her attention. She turned quickly, smiled and said "Bye!" back. And that was it.

Everyone was on my side. Except her. Apparently I inadvertently had the whole store and her own family on her case. Which I did not mean to do. Which brought on the whole "The more people bug me, the more pissed off I get. I'm not ready!" thing. It was that moment I realized what I had done. I had loved her so much I killed our friendship.

So after we went our separate ways (Though it's hard to not be close when she lives 1000 feet away and works right in town. Yet I still never see her.) I went back to trying to forget about her.

Until I got my new job. And fate instilled upon me the worse thing that ever could happen. They gave me the clock number that she used to have at our old job. So now whenever I work I am forced to remember her. I am forever clock 122. Out of all the numbers I could have had, they gave me HERS. At a completely new job.

I told a few people this and most of them say it's a sign. Including her grandmother.

A sign of what? That I'm supposed to do something? That I need to find her again? Or that I am never allowed to forget her? Ever?

Signs suck if there's no instructions attached.


I sympathize with the original poster. There were and still are times that I would look at her, especially in her street "Day off" clothes. Jeans and a really nice shirt, and would literally break down because I couldn't be with her. She has brought me to tears quite a few times. And I rarely tear up over anything. Not even when my dog died. I'm talking about "Jurassic Bark" style tears. But multiplied by a hundred.

I remember the first night, that August when I told her and she told me "Maybe later". I literally sat in my car in the parking lot with my face buried in my hands tears flowing like Niagra Falls. I finally got my eyes cleared and drove home. Walked into the house and sat on the couch lifeless unmoving for an hour until dad came home and I told him.

50 weeks later I actually started driving home before I started to feel the water works coming. I barely made it into my driveway. This is what she does to me. No one else does this to me. No one!


Your girl problem is nothing compared to mine. All of them.

Is it wrong that I laughed at this post?

 

[Grizzlyjin]

Your girl problem is nothing compared to mine. All of them.

Yeah, dude. Your stuff is like a whole different league of lady troubles. I bet it feels good to get it off your chest though. You just hit her with the wrong approach. Honestly, I don't know how you'd recover from all that...

 

[davepoobond]

There is this girl I used to work with whom I have loved for four and a half years. It reached the peak of "infatuation" last August when I finally let it be known how I felt for her. She didn't take it well. But instead f telling me she didn't feel that way about me, she told me to wait and maybe we'd date later. Stupid me I believed her and over the course of the next 50 weeks I became more and more infatuated with her. To the point I was hoping it was just a crush. But it has not gone away in over 4 years.

I ended up alienating her because I was too open with my feelings for her, telling everyone around me how much I loved her, all except her. Eventually it culminated with an ill conceived hand written note sealed in an envelope handed to her with hopes of her reading it and knowing how I felt after all that. She never read it. Presumably threw it away because I asked for it back and she said she didn't have it anymore. She said "I'm not ready, okay?? We're friends!"

After this incident we went back to being friends. So it would seem. But it wasn't like it used to be. I never wanted to be friends. I wanted more, ever since I first met her. But back then I wasn't the guy I am now. I had no experience in the asking out part.

We were best of friends for 3 years until that "peak". The last two years consisted of me neglecting my own work duties just to be near her, talk with her, look at her. I would and did anything for her. Whatever she asked. Then she broke my heart and disappeared. We both left the company the same day. She went to another store chain. I went to unemployment. I saw her one time the next week when I heard that the store we worked in wanted me back. I told her that and she said "Don't come back. They'll just treat you the same as before." This was the first time I didn't do what she asked. I did come back. Albeit for five days before quitting again, but still, I left the store in the first place because of her. And came back to spite her. Only to leave again. (She doesn't even know I came back. I was only there for five days.)

I saw her once again after leaving the second time. But she did not see me. She was buying her stuff and I was at the service desk buying mine. As she left I turned to her and said "Bye!" to get her attention. She turned quickly, smiled and said "Bye!" back. And that was it.

Everyone was on my side. Except her. Apparently I inadvertently had the whole store and her own family on her case. Which I did not mean to do. Which brought on the whole "The more people bug me, the more pissed off I get. I'm not ready!" thing. It was that moment I realized what I had done. I had loved her so much I killed our friendship.

So after we went our separate ways (Though it's hard to not be close when she lives 1000 feet away and works right in town. Yet I still never see her.) I went back to trying to forget about her.

Until I got my new job. And fate instilled upon me the worse thing that ever could happen. They gave me the clock number that she used to have at our old job. So now whenever I work I am forced to remember her. I am forever clock 122. Out of all the numbers I could have had, they gave me HERS. At a completely new job.

I told a few people this and most of them say it's a sign. Including her grandmother.

A sign of what? That I'm supposed to do something? That I need to find her again? Or that I am never allowed to forget her? Ever?

Signs suck if there's no instructions attached.


I sympathize with the original poster. There were and still are times that I would look at her, especially in her street "Day off" clothes. Jeans and a really nice shirt, and would literally break down because I couldn't be with her. She has brought me to tears quite a few times. And I rarely tear up over anything. Not even when my dog died. I'm talking about "Jurassic Bark" style tears. But multiplied by a hundred.

I remember the first night, that August when I told her and she told me "Maybe later". I literally sat in my car in the parking lot with my face buried in my hands tears flowing like Niagra Falls. I finally got my eyes cleared and drove home. Walked into the house and sat on the couch lifeless unmoving for an hour until dad came home and I told him.

50 weeks later I actually started driving home before I started to feel the water works coming. I barely made it into my driveway. This is what she does to me. No one else does this to me. No one!


Your girl problem is nothing compared to mine. All of them.

 

[superbank]

...

Dude...

 

[Karakand]

Jasoco: Master Tragicomic

 

[Gigglepoo]

Your girl problem is nothing compared to mine. All of them.

Way to kill the thread.