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That being said, it would probably be a good idea for me to get myself sorted out emotionally before I start asking girls out on dates. :/
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What's the creepeist thing you've ever done?
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Well, I used to have a folder full of women I thought were cute in RL. You know, in case I wanted to masturbate tot he thought of one of them.......what?!
No one else did this kind of thing????
I guess this is creepier than the OP one.
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Naw, I suppose it's maybe a slightly unusual case but we both meant it. Pretty sure my response mechanisms are still intact. Definitely wasn't a creepy moment at all.
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Have a feeling these two threads might share something in common: http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showthread.php?t=448320&highlight=what+s+the+weirdest+thing
Alfarif
This picture? uhh I can explain really!
That's the thing... I didn't masturbate to them. I just... collected them. I would sometimes spend HOURS giong through shit like Deviantart just to right click ---> save as on pictures. I even collected girls I knew. Every couple of weeks, I would sit and cycle through them all and just stare at my collection. It was like ... I "had" them or something. I don't fucking know. Weird, creepy shit.
Then one day I realized how fucking CREEPY that was and had to bail out. I just deleted everything and didn't look back. I now don't look at a picture of a female for more than like half a second. No way in hell I'm going back to my old ways.
(This is also partially why I have my tag... except think about light-weight admitting to right click ---> saving as on a bunch of female GAF members)
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I just borrowed a pen from this girl at work I have a massive crush on (she's married as well), and after she gave me her pen it was still warm and I rubbed it against my face after I left.
That was probably in the same league as most of the creepiest shit I've ever done.
That was probably in the same league as most of the creepiest shit I've ever done.
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mickcenary
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Developed a foot fetish. Obviously, I don't think it's creepy, but societyrabblerabblerabble. EFF YA.
Other than that, I've led a fairly "normal" life.
Other than that, I've led a fairly "normal" life.
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One time I got on an elevator at the same time as this really cute girl and I said, "How are classes?"
She said, "Good, yours?"
And I said, "Can't complain."
I had to take a shower when I got to my dorm
She said, "Good, yours?"
And I said, "Can't complain."
I had to take a shower when I got to my dorm
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Wait. Did you soil your pants?One time I got on an elevator at the same time as this really cute girl and I said, "How are classes?"
She said, "Good, yours?"
And I said, "Can't complain."
I had to take a shower when I got to my dorm
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I don't think taking a shower can cleanse a person of their creepiness.
Unless you smell like a rotting corpse.
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Awkward elevator rides are the worst. But they can be made even worse by letting one rip while striking up that awkward conversation....i neither confirm nor deny my involvement in one of those times.
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And if you smell like rotting corpses I think you have bigger problems... not you, anyone.
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Am I missing something here? In-jokes? Sounds like a pretty innocuous occurrence that really isn't creepy.
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Like i said earlier, i think it was one of those awrkward rides where you look at each other a little, feel obligated to say something...say it, and then get the hell out of there as quickly as possible...my interpretation anyway. Or he's just saying he's not a creep.
But with that ava, i wouldn't believe him.
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Yeah, it was kind of a joke post even though that happens at least once a day, sometimes no one says anything and it is terrible.
Serious post:
Surely others sniff underwear but whenever I would go to visit my friend (and when I lived with him last semester) I would go into his mom's room(who was absurdly hot) and smell her clean (or otherwise) underwear. Also, sometimes my penis wanted to smell too.
I think that is legitimately pretty creepy.
Serious post:
Surely others sniff underwear but whenever I would go to visit my friend (and when I lived with him last semester) I would go into his mom's room(who was absurdly hot) and smell her clean (or otherwise) underwear. Also, sometimes my penis wanted to smell too.
I think that is legitimately pretty creepy.
FStop7
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wrote a creepy note confessing my crush on a girl who barely knew me in high school. dumb awkward shy kid shit, I didn't mean for it to be creepy but it was.
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Remembered another, took place maybe a couple of years after my previous one. It's another example of alcohol leading to me being creepy. Reading it back, this has to be my longest GAF post ever by far. Most of this is just to provide context to my awful creepiness, to try to explain how/why it happened. Plus an epilogue.
My best friend had a girlfriend. Naturally, it didn't take me long to fall in love with her. I had my own girlfriend at the time, but I didn't like her much... the more we got to know each other, the more I realized she was a real racist (she had just moved to CA from KY =P) and it got to the point where I dreaded being with her. Soon after this all began I dumped her. Anyway, my friend and his girlfriend and I all hung together very often and she and I instantly became good friends. After about a year, they broke up. I made the conscious decision that I would remain friends with both of them. Of course it caused some static between he and I. Not too bad though... he got over it pretty quickly. She and I were really close. I slept over at her place about every other weekend. Usually on the couch, but there were a couple of times where we somehow ended up sleeping in the same bed. But nothing ever happened. We'd go to a gig, we'd go to a party, we'd go play pool, we'd get drunk, we'd crash.
I tried to be good and had no intention of trying anything with her whatsoever. To my credit, I was able to make that last for several months. There aren't many things in this world that are worse than unrequited love, and occasionally she would do things that made me wonder. My overriding thought was "The way I feel about her, I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I don't at least tell her and find out how she feels." So I gathered my courage and told her. Aaaaaand of course she didn't feel the same way. Friend-zone'd. Whoops, awkward. We avoided each other for a while after that. At least a few weeks. But we quickly gravitated back and resumed our friendship as if nothing had happened.
Fast forward maybe another two years. I suppose I was still in love with her, my feelings had gone undigested, but I didn't dwell on it. One night she and I were at a huge party at a mutual friend's house. At some point I was out in the backyard talking to some people. Suddenly I heard her calling me from the kitchen window:
"Hey, come here."
"What?"
"Come here."
I walked over. "OK. What?"
"Come here, closer."
I went right up to the window. "What, what???"
She leaned out and grabbed me and gave me a really long passionate kiss. Then she stared at me with a little smile for second, turned around, and went back into the house. I just stood there for a bit, very happily bemused.
A few minutes later I went back into the house, and we kept looking at each other from across the room. After a while she came over to me said "We're almost out of beer." We walked to a nearby liquor store, and she was being way more affectionate and flirty than she'd ever been before. She kept jumping into my arms, insisting that I carry her, give her piggy back rides, etc. Laughing and having fun.
Later on back at the party, the real kicker came. She came over to me and said "Jennifer [her roommate] wants to go home. She wants me to go. I don't want to. I want to stay here. And I want you to take me home later."
Words cannot describe how I felt at that moment. You had to be there, see the look in her eye, hear the sound of her voice as she said this. I did not have the presence of mind to dismiss her behavior as "Eh, she's just drunk. Don't take it seriously." No. All of my feelings for her that I'd been harboring came flooding back.
I said, "Sure. Just say when."
Eventually it got really late and she hadn't come to get me so we could leave. I hunted her down and found that, of course, she was passed out on the bed in the master bedroom, next to our friend. This was not unusual, she and I both often slept over at their house on weekends after we all went to gigs, parties etc.
In light of where I had thought things were going that night, I was pretty bummed out. I went back to the party. Eventually the party was over, it was morning, and I was ready to crash. Oh noes, the couches are already full. Gosh, hardly any room on the floor either, between the passed out people and the clutter. Clearly the only place I could possibly sleep is in the master bedroom. Next to her.
I laid there beside her thinking about the stuff that had transpired during the party. Next thing I knew, I was trying to... well... wake her up. Inappropriately. My hands wandered to areas they shouldn't have. She wouldn't wake up, but not for my lack of trying. Eventually she did wake up. And as soon as she realized what was happening, she bolted up and ran out of the room. "Oh, shit...." I finally got some sleep after that.
A few hours later I woke up and went to the kitchen and had coffee with a few other people who had slept over. She was still asleep on the couch. After a while she woke up and said goodbye to everyone and left. Before she walked through the door she gave me a cold look and said "You... I'll kill you later." I remember everyone slowing turning to look at me, "Oh man... what'd you do?"
That night I was still at our friend's house. She came over and we talked. I apologized, but to this day I regret that I also pretty much tried to make excuses about having bad judgment because I was drunk, feeling led on by the things she'd done at the party, blah blah blah. She had a really weird look on her face. She looked scared, but it was probably a mixture of disgust and disappointment. After we finished talking I remember feeling relieved because it seemed like it wasn't that big of a deal and we could get past it and go back to being friends. But she stopped hanging out with me after that. Not that I blame her.
We shared a lot of the same friends so we bumped into each other a lot anyway. We said hi and that was it. After about a year or so we were at the same party once again and she came up to me and said "Hey. I'm totally over it." We sort of went back to being friends as we had before. It was never quite the same. And the last thing I remember is, I was sleeping on her couch one night, and she was gleefully yelling at me from her bed, teasing me about something or other. So I got up and went into her room, grabbed a pillow, and pretended to smother her. We were just horsing around, truly. But she didn't find it so playful; she grabbed my keys and threw them out into the street and yelled at me to leave. That signified the last brittle thread of our friendship being broken. That would have been... about 17 years ago now. I haven't thought about this in ages. Holy crap.
My best friend had a girlfriend. Naturally, it didn't take me long to fall in love with her. I had my own girlfriend at the time, but I didn't like her much... the more we got to know each other, the more I realized she was a real racist (she had just moved to CA from KY =P) and it got to the point where I dreaded being with her. Soon after this all began I dumped her. Anyway, my friend and his girlfriend and I all hung together very often and she and I instantly became good friends. After about a year, they broke up. I made the conscious decision that I would remain friends with both of them. Of course it caused some static between he and I. Not too bad though... he got over it pretty quickly. She and I were really close. I slept over at her place about every other weekend. Usually on the couch, but there were a couple of times where we somehow ended up sleeping in the same bed. But nothing ever happened. We'd go to a gig, we'd go to a party, we'd go play pool, we'd get drunk, we'd crash.
I tried to be good and had no intention of trying anything with her whatsoever. To my credit, I was able to make that last for several months. There aren't many things in this world that are worse than unrequited love, and occasionally she would do things that made me wonder. My overriding thought was "The way I feel about her, I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I don't at least tell her and find out how she feels." So I gathered my courage and told her. Aaaaaand of course she didn't feel the same way. Friend-zone'd. Whoops, awkward. We avoided each other for a while after that. At least a few weeks. But we quickly gravitated back and resumed our friendship as if nothing had happened.
Fast forward maybe another two years. I suppose I was still in love with her, my feelings had gone undigested, but I didn't dwell on it. One night she and I were at a huge party at a mutual friend's house. At some point I was out in the backyard talking to some people. Suddenly I heard her calling me from the kitchen window:
"Hey, come here."
"What?"
"Come here."
I walked over. "OK. What?"
"Come here, closer."
I went right up to the window. "What, what???"
She leaned out and grabbed me and gave me a really long passionate kiss. Then she stared at me with a little smile for second, turned around, and went back into the house. I just stood there for a bit, very happily bemused.
A few minutes later I went back into the house, and we kept looking at each other from across the room. After a while she came over to me said "We're almost out of beer." We walked to a nearby liquor store, and she was being way more affectionate and flirty than she'd ever been before. She kept jumping into my arms, insisting that I carry her, give her piggy back rides, etc. Laughing and having fun.
Later on back at the party, the real kicker came. She came over to me and said "Jennifer [her roommate] wants to go home. She wants me to go. I don't want to. I want to stay here. And I want you to take me home later."
Words cannot describe how I felt at that moment. You had to be there, see the look in her eye, hear the sound of her voice as she said this. I did not have the presence of mind to dismiss her behavior as "Eh, she's just drunk. Don't take it seriously." No. All of my feelings for her that I'd been harboring came flooding back.
I said, "Sure. Just say when."
Eventually it got really late and she hadn't come to get me so we could leave. I hunted her down and found that, of course, she was passed out on the bed in the master bedroom, next to our friend. This was not unusual, she and I both often slept over at their house on weekends after we all went to gigs, parties etc.
In light of where I had thought things were going that night, I was pretty bummed out. I went back to the party. Eventually the party was over, it was morning, and I was ready to crash. Oh noes, the couches are already full. Gosh, hardly any room on the floor either, between the passed out people and the clutter. Clearly the only place I could possibly sleep is in the master bedroom. Next to her.
I laid there beside her thinking about the stuff that had transpired during the party. Next thing I knew, I was trying to... well... wake her up. Inappropriately. My hands wandered to areas they shouldn't have. She wouldn't wake up, but not for my lack of trying. Eventually she did wake up. And as soon as she realized what was happening, she bolted up and ran out of the room. "Oh, shit...." I finally got some sleep after that.
A few hours later I woke up and went to the kitchen and had coffee with a few other people who had slept over. She was still asleep on the couch. After a while she woke up and said goodbye to everyone and left. Before she walked through the door she gave me a cold look and said "You... I'll kill you later." I remember everyone slowing turning to look at me, "Oh man... what'd you do?"
That night I was still at our friend's house. She came over and we talked. I apologized, but to this day I regret that I also pretty much tried to make excuses about having bad judgment because I was drunk, feeling led on by the things she'd done at the party, blah blah blah. She had a really weird look on her face. She looked scared, but it was probably a mixture of disgust and disappointment. After we finished talking I remember feeling relieved because it seemed like it wasn't that big of a deal and we could get past it and go back to being friends. But she stopped hanging out with me after that. Not that I blame her.
We shared a lot of the same friends so we bumped into each other a lot anyway. We said hi and that was it. After about a year or so we were at the same party once again and she came up to me and said "Hey. I'm totally over it." We sort of went back to being friends as we had before. It was never quite the same. And the last thing I remember is, I was sleeping on her couch one night, and she was gleefully yelling at me from her bed, teasing me about something or other. So I got up and went into her room, grabbed a pillow, and pretended to smother her. We were just horsing around, truly. But she didn't find it so playful; she grabbed my keys and threw them out into the street and yelled at me to leave. That signified the last brittle thread of our friendship being broken. That would have been... about 17 years ago now. I haven't thought about this in ages. Holy crap.
Timedog
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My friends were all talking about how they had jacked off while driving, and I was like WTF? I love jacking off more than life itself, but it hadn't even crossed my mind to do it while driving. So one night I drove to Idaho for no reason at like 2am, and on the way home there wasn't a single soul on the freeway, and I was getting really horny cause it was past my regularly scheduled j/o time. So I pulled my dick out and just started mauling that shit. I was fucking all over the road too, I kept looking up and I'd be in a different lane suddenly (good thing there were like 4 lanes). I kept thinking about what would happen if I got pulled over and caught, but I just couldn't stop wrestling with Jake the Snake. As I was about to cum I realized I had nowhere to finish (hadn't fully thought my plan through), but luckily since my mom's car was a mess and my reflexes were fast, I was able to quickly grab a Doritos bag, spraying a minimal amount of cum on myself and in the car. The cum mixed with Doritos cheese dust kind of marbled together in the bag, and it smelled like bleach water mixed with chili dogs. I put my cock away and as I was about to pass back into Washington state, I realized that I didn't want to bring that type of shit back with me into my home state, so I threw the Doritos bag out the window just before crossing, laughing the whole time.
The main reason I posted this is because I really wanted to describe the Doritos dust/cum concoction to everyone here.
The main reason I posted this is because I really wanted to describe the Doritos dust/cum concoction to everyone here.
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Haha, some lonely hitchhiker was probably thrilled to see a Doritos bag that might contain some levftover.... "Oh, god. Not again!"
Seriously though, driving jerks are the best.
Atramental
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WHAT. This is actually a common thing that people do?
I would never dare doing such a thing. I would for sure be on the 11 o' clock local news if I was caught.
Alfarif
This picture? uhh I can explain really!
TD, if this shit was entered in the Writing Challenges, you would have had +3 points from me. BRAVO!
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MidnightScott
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Serial killer in the making...*whistles*
Also wow I never thought about jerking off while driving...hmm
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I just splooge into m boxers when i have nothing else handy...is that bad?
You can't enter a thread that asks for something and not give it. Time to come clean. Doesn't have to be particularly creepy, but give us some kind of story.
EDIT: You too MidnightScott. Also, I miss your pokemanz ava.
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A rollergirl threatened to hit me in the face, so out of pure rage I licked my chops and pushed her down. Her "boyfriend" later came over (fucking buff vegan dude with nose rings) and beat the shit out of me.
I'm not sure which level of enlightenment this is but it's way up there.
I'm not sure which level of enlightenment this is but it's way up there.
The unfertilized sperm encrusted in a Doritos bag just made my fucking day.
CHEEZMO;34413061 said:
He had some mouth fixations, on top of that he was wearing a U2 tshirt.
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I don't think my story was very creepy, but I think the girl did so I'll tell the tale:
When I first got Myspace years ago I was browsing local peeps to see if there was anyone I knew. I noticed a girl that I had seen working in a local shop and sent her a message saying something like "hey, I've seen you around, you work at *shop name* right?".
Anyway, she is freaking out, asking me why I am thinking about random people from shops and why do I remember their faces etc. I have something borked in my brain where I remember most of what I see, it's not a photographic memory but I can recall a lot of stuff, I can absorb visual stuff easily but I can't really process books or passages of writing etc. So, I try to explain this to her and we talk on MSN for a few days. She's all like "come to the shop and see me!", I'm very reluctant but eventually agree and give her a ride home from work.
The next thing I know she tells me "I'm never going to be interested in you, I don't want to be your girlfriend!" plus all this stuff about I'm weird, creepy, how I am secretly in love with her etc. I'd barely even spoken to her, I didn't know her and just thought we could be friends. She told me to meet her! she was the one that spoke to me on MSN and I end up being treated like some kind of sexual predator.
I know the story seems rather trivial but it seriously fucked my brain up, I still don't even know what I did wrong. It makes me sad even having to write this out, I was scared to go back to the shop ever again, I thought she was going to tell everyone that I was some kind of weirdo. I don't know what I did That was 5 years ago, I haven't spoken to a girl since (serious), I'm too scared of being branded a sexual predator for looking at someone the wrong way.
When I first got Myspace years ago I was browsing local peeps to see if there was anyone I knew. I noticed a girl that I had seen working in a local shop and sent her a message saying something like "hey, I've seen you around, you work at *shop name* right?".
Anyway, she is freaking out, asking me why I am thinking about random people from shops and why do I remember their faces etc. I have something borked in my brain where I remember most of what I see, it's not a photographic memory but I can recall a lot of stuff, I can absorb visual stuff easily but I can't really process books or passages of writing etc. So, I try to explain this to her and we talk on MSN for a few days. She's all like "come to the shop and see me!", I'm very reluctant but eventually agree and give her a ride home from work.
The next thing I know she tells me "I'm never going to be interested in you, I don't want to be your girlfriend!" plus all this stuff about I'm weird, creepy, how I am secretly in love with her etc. I'd barely even spoken to her, I didn't know her and just thought we could be friends. She told me to meet her! she was the one that spoke to me on MSN and I end up being treated like some kind of sexual predator.
I know the story seems rather trivial but it seriously fucked my brain up, I still don't even know what I did wrong. It makes me sad even having to write this out, I was scared to go back to the shop ever again, I thought she was going to tell everyone that I was some kind of weirdo. I don't know what I did
That was 5 years ago, I haven't spoken to a girl since (serious), I'm too scared of being branded a sexual predator for looking at someone the wrong way.Baggatoast
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I don't think my story was very creepy, but I think the girl did so I'll tell the tale:
When I first got Myspace years ago I was browsing local peeps to see if there was anyone I knew. I noticed a girl that I had seen working in a local shop and sent her a message saying something like "hey, I've seen you around, you work at *shop name* right?".
Anyway, she is freaking out, asking me why I am thinking about random people from shops and why do I remember their faces etc. I have something borked in my brain where I remember most of what I see, it's not a photographic memory but I can recall a lot of stuff, I can absorb visual stuff easily but I can't really process books or passages of writing etc. So, I try to explain this to her and we talk on MSN for a few days. She's all like "come to the shop and see me!", I'm very reluctant but eventually agree and give her a ride home from work.
The next thing I know she tells me "I'm never going to be interested in you, I don't want to be your girlfriend!" plus all this stuff about I'm weird, creepy, how I am secretly in love with her etc. I'd barely even spoken to her, I didn't know her and just thought we could be friends. She told me to meet her! she was the one that spoke to me on MSN and I end up being treated like some kind of sexual predator.
I know the story seems rather trivial but it seriously fucked my brain up, I still don't even know what I did wrong. It makes me sad even having to write this out, I was scared to go back to the shop ever again, I thought she was going to tell everyone that I was some kind of weirdo. I don't know what I did
That just sucks. You aren't a creep, I have done similar things (adding people from a class on the first day etc.). Unless I'm a creep.
Okay, maybe you're a creep.
PumpkinPie
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Seriously though, I didn't think it was creepy at all. I didn't seek her out on purpose, I was just browsing local users and she happened to live near me.
Lock me up, quick. I might rape someone
EDIT: I forgot to mention, I didn't even want to go out with her! That was what pissed me off so much. She asked to meet me, you'd think I'd literally tied her up and forced her into my car so I could give her a ride from the way she was talking.
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Seriously though, I didn't think it was creepy at all. I didn't seek her out on purpose, I was just browsing local users and she happened to live near me.
Lock me up, quick. I might rape someone
EDIT: I forgot to mention, I didn't even want to go out with her! That was what pissed me off so much. She asked to meet me, you'd think I'd literally tied her up and forced her into my car so I could give her a ride from the way she was talking.
Oh well, 5 years later. What can you do? :/
Life. Women.
jaxword
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Why did you go to meet her and give her rides if you didn't want to go out with her?
Reminder that your answer doesn't actually matter, because your actions, regardless of your claims to the contrary, indicate someone who wants her.
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