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hey guys, so I know almost everybody in there life has made a bad first impression whether it be in purpose or on accident and sometimes they could totally make things extremely difficult.
so tell me about ur guy's bad first impressions

to start off Ill share one of mine.

alright so the first time I went over to my girlfriends house to watch movies with her sister and her cousins, my girlfriend had asked me to bring over the movie "Halloween" the rob zombie version. and I forgot just how much sex and nudity there was in it, which unfortunately her cousins and older sister of 1 year and my girlfriend aren't a fan of hahaha, so now after watching that movie (more like stopped it 3/4's of the way) my girlfriends older sister thinks Im some sort of "sex fiend" and is afraid of letting her date me, so my Gf and I have been dating in secret and its been making things difficult when we want to hang out, nevertheless knowing that we attend different highschool which are about a 10-15 minute drive away.

Not really a first impression I made but a funny story so I'll tell it anyway...

I was about 17 at the time and true to form was intent on chasing anything with boobs and a pulse, after a few regretable drunken encounters where I has gone home with princess Leia and woken up with Jabba the Hut, I decided it was time to find myself a steady girlfriend.
This is when I met Gemma (not her real name, obviously!) she was lovely, had a massive pair of hooters and an obliging nature . However her parents were strict Catholics so there was to be no staying over and no funny business before marriage. Also, I was living with my mum at the time and as I hadn't been going out with Gemma for long. I wanted the first time she met my mum to for a nice meal and not as I led her upstairs for a good seeing to.
So after several rushed fumbles at the bus stop or in a secluded area of the park I decided that we would creep back to my place late one night after mother had gone up to bed.
Now with the stealth skills that only a drunken pair of horny teenagers can posses we crept into the front room with noise discipline a Tanith scout would have been proud of. After about 15 minutes I became aware of some noise comming from the kitchen, I didn't really pay any attention to it as I was too busy enjoying Gemma's special skills, this was a big mistake as 2 minutes later the front room door opened as my mum popped her head in to say hello only to be confronted by her beloved son playing hide the sausage in some strange girls mouth. With the coolness only a dissaproving mother can muster she uttered "So, you must be Gemma then" both of us were frozen but Gemma managed to mumble "Sorry", Mum then said "Don't talk with your mouth full dear" before shutting the door and heading back to bed.

So that was my mums first impression of my girlfriend of the next 2 years

I ruined my friends first impression. We were playing pool at the local pool hall. And there was this fairly attractive girl, that we were both kinda making eyes at, as i was (and still am to the same woman) taken. I decided to play wing man for my buddy. So we started chatting this chick up with her friends, and things were going pretty well. Now my buddy I have known for years and years (he was also my best man) and he starts in with this story "you want to hear about being tired....?" now i've heard this story about seven thousand times.... and was getting quite bored with it.... so I pipe in and continue to tell the whole story word for word..... the girls however were not impressed.. i guess they didn't like that the wing man did his pilot dirty and walk all over his game lol. But he still got away with a phone number..... so i guess it worked out, cuz it did go to her cell she just never called back.

I met my buddy's girlfriend while I was out of my mind on mushrooms. I had a lovely impression of her, but somehow she thought I was some sort of drug user! Can you believe that?

Oh well. That was nearly 15 years ago now that I think about it. That's scary in and of itself!

At some point in time I had just gotten in my car and was trying to situate myself when I started to drop my cell phone. Randomly acquiring hand-eye coordination I caught it before it smacked on the concrete. The way I grabbed it I had hit the answer button and little did I know that at that particular instant I was receiving a call from a job interviewer. I noticed immediately after, but not before the first thing the interviewer heard was me yelling "feth!" Was an interesting interview and we had a good laugh about it after I'd gotten the job. I guess it really wasn't a bad impression after all.

Congrats squil - I -almost- sprayed pop all over my monitor. Almost.

Mine? That would probably have to be my buddy's ex-girlfriend's mum. We were about 17 and on a company camping trip at Knouff Lake, a fishing resort just outside town. We're all good and drunk, and my buddy's been shooting the **** with this girl all evening trying to win her over. We had to wrap up the night at 11:00. So my buddy, being the most inebriated, and thus wisest of the three of us guys, decides to pee out the fire. Well, right after he dropped his pants, her mum came around the corner of the opposite path and got a full frontal. Being that he's already in mid-stream, he just lets out an akward "Um... Hi? I'm not a bad person you know..."

I thought I was going to puke right there just from laughing so hard.

She was also my worst second-impression too. She drove her daughter over to hang out with the same three of us a few weeks later, and arrived only to catch us in the act of drawing giant schlongs all over the neighbor's Corolla with dry-erase markers

squilverine wrote:Not really a first impression I made but a funny story so I'll tell it anyway...

Mum then said "Don't talk with your mouth full dear" before shutting the door and heading back to bed.

So that was my mums first impression of my girlfriend of the next 2 years

Dude! Your moms awesome!

Well, we were once in a club having some fun, and my best friend had brought his new girlfriend with him to introduce her to us (and she was hot as hell). So there it was, music playing, us drinking, and at a moment i catch my friend and yell in his ear (we could barely make what each other was saying)
"Dude, congrats, she's hot as hell, i'd spank the hell out of that sweet @ss".
At which moment the DJ thinks of changing the song, which made about 1-2 seconds of silence, of course the girl hearing exactly the part with "spank the hell out of her ass". However, it was ok after that, and she still reminds me of it every now ad then

Monster Rain wrote:I met my buddy's girlfriend while I was out of my mind on mushrooms. I had a lovely impression of her, but somehow she thought I was some sort of drug user! Can you believe that?

Oh well. That was nearly 15 years ago now that I think about it. That's scary in and of itself!

Oh such fun times with those...

The first time I met one of my friends girlfriends, I was completely convinced that she was made of lego. She didn't like me cause I tried to chip of a piece... xD


Anyway.. bad impressions... yea I got nuthin.

I had a job interview a couple years ago. I REALLY love my beard, and take very good care of it. So I walk into the interview and the guy looks at me funny, and then starts saying how they have a dress code and facial hair requirements. So quickly Im thinking crap Im going to have to cut the ol boy off,when my lips vomited out "Oh well Im muslim, so its a religion thing"

I worked there for almost 2 years and people would still randomly ask me questions about my religion and such. It was pretty awkward the whole time

Man, that is such an awesome idea - you could get away with anything!

"Uh, I need to take the day off..."

'Why?'

"Muslim stuff. Islam. I have Islamic things to do."

'Oh sure thing, take a week!'

"So, what's for lunch? Olive Garden?"

"Can't, Muslim business."

"Oh, gak."




I would totally do this if it wouldn't jeopardize my career. I would absolutely love convincing people that a long-haired white kid from the Chicago suburbs, with a love of fitted shirts and extramarital sex, was a Muslim.

Anyway, first impressions:

I applied for a job at a reasonably prestigious international association that didn't quite align with my understanding of state interest. That is to say, it was a group focused on the advocacy of US support for Israel. Everything went well, got a phone interview, second phone interview, and eventually passed the background check (basically a review of my publication history). After that process was complete a final, panel interview was scheduled for the following week. This was to involve distinguished donors and board members.

In that interceding week I was to attend a conference on the role of US foreign policy in the Middle East. Mostly just sitting around, and listening to old men debate, or give presentations followed by a comped bar social which is the real meat of the event. I attend this social, obviously, and I'm one of maybe 5 young professionals looking to make connections with the old guard. I get a drink, and begin to wander through the crowd; eventually taking a seat at a table surrounded by men discussing Israel and Iran. Long story short, I jump into the debate by indicating that everyone is treating the US as an extension of the Israel when it comes to the proper response to Iranian nuclear weapons, and that this is a mistake given the political climate of that former nation. An older gentleman take exception to this, and begins talking about how the US electorate favors the support of Israel. This argument goes on for some time, and ends with a fair amount of bitterness.

A few days later I walk into my panel interview only to find that the elderly gentleman is the process chair. He unceremoniously tells me to get the feth out.

I can see the appeal in that.

I still have guilt over this, so try not to flame me about it....


so I was at my dorms a few years ago, and in all of the rooms their are refrigerators. some of them open from the right, and some from the left. Me, my buddy who lived upstairs (we were in his room), his ex girlfriend from awhile back, and her friend were all sitting around the table with a bong, I had just met them. This was back in the day when I still did the reefers. Well, I get up to obtain a beverage from the fridge, and I notice, (I already knew but I was stonetarded), that his fridge opens opposite of mine. So I say "huhuh dude nice down syndrome fridge....stupid door...".....

I hear dead silence...

I peek my head around the wall and they are all wide-eyed. My buddy is shaking his head...

"what?..." I say... "it's not like anybody has a down syndrome kid here......" (I assumed, we were all under 22 at the time)..

My buddies eyes get wider....


his ex DID have a very sweet and adorable DS kid...(whom I met later)



we are cool now, and I apologized profusely....but...feth.....I would have crammed BOTH of my feet into my mouth and swallowed, if I was able to do so.....


and you know, I was just being stoned....I am usually a very thoughtful, polite person, with terrific people skills......




moral?



always be aware of your surroundings....

I rate the Down Syndrome story as slightly worse, but also less funny, than Girlfriend Find-the-Sausage.

Yea. Catholic Girlfriend story would've been funnier if it was a Sunday though, being that they aren't supposed to eat meat on those days

where did you hear that? (I was raised very loose/liberal catholic.....does not apply anymore, but I know whats up) it's fridays you cant eat meat, and that's during Lent, before Easter...

metallifan wrote:Yea. Catholic Girlfriend story would've been funnier if it was a Sunday though, being that they aren't supposed to eat meat on those days

facepalm

IG_urban wrote:where did you hear that? (I was raised very loose/liberal catholic.....does not apply anymore, but I know whats up) it's fridays you cant eat meat, and that's during Lent, before Easter...

Huh. I always thought I remembered hearing Sunday as the day Catholics couldn't eat meat. Either way, there's a day in there

yeah your comment is still awesome.

metallifan wrote:

IG_urban wrote:where did you hear that? (I was raised very loose/liberal catholic.....does not apply anymore, but I know whats up) it's fridays you cant eat meat, and that's during Lent, before Easter...

Huh. I always thought I remembered hearing Sunday as the day Catholics couldn't eat meat. Either way, there's a day in there

IIRC,before the second Ecuminical Council eating meat on Friday was not allowed,it was changed to no meat on Friday during lent.

As for bad first impressions,I've made them with the parent(s) of every single girl/woman I have ever dated/married...I have no idea why.

FITZZ wrote:
As for bad first impressions,I've made them with the parent(s) of every single girl/woman I have ever dated/married...I have no idea why.

Same here. Althogh, no dates yet.

lord of the ghosts wrote:

FITZZ wrote:
As for bad first impressions,I've made them with the parent(s) of every single girl/woman I have ever dated/married...I have no idea why.

Same here. Althogh, no dates yet.

It's not that I don't understand,especialy in my teenage/20 something years...I meen,if a 6 foot plus guy with a fething mohawk & dressed in leather showed up to pick up your daughter....what would you think?
And,unfortunatly,even in my "later" years,I still had/have a big problem with "speaking my mind",wich tends to rub some people the wrong way.

I was 17. My mothers 40th Bday and it was also the first time we were meeting her boyfriends family who are very upperclass. I get home from work and there's a party going on in the garden and my mother decides to put me in charge of the bar. MISTAKE 1. I get absolutely hammered. To get me out of sight she sends me to the pub. MISTAKE 2. I get even more plastered and head home. I proceed to vomit all over the house while everyone was watching (apparently...my memory of the events of that night are vague).

They were quite a forgiving bunch though and the BF is now my stepfather and his family seem to have forgotten the whole incident. I did feel terrible the next day however (and not just due to the hangover).

That would be my friends mother, we were hanging out late night on Halloween. My friend was there with his younger sister, who was totally hot, so they started a PENIS yelling contest. Me being the large lunged young man that I was belted out my rendition that was several times louder than my friends.

Just as that happened his(and her) mother showed up with the car window down. She picked them up and drove off giving me a dirty stare while my other friends laughed their ass off.

The first time I met my (then) girlfriend's family (like, ALL of them - Aunts and Uncles) they thought it would be funny to ply me with Southern Comfort, Rum, Vodka etc.

I was 16.

Anyway, the joke was on them because I puked orange stuff ALL OVER her Auntie's brand new white couch (which cost a couple of grand, apparently) at the end of the night. They tossed my arse out onto the street, and the whole family started fighting amongst themselves - like, properly fighting! Her Mum STILL doesn't speak to her Auntie to this day, 12 years later!

4 years ago, I met my current girlfriend in college.

At the time, I was a drug addict, and she actually had caught me smoking weed.

I basically broke down (I had been trying to get off, but I couldn't) and she pulled me out of my addiction.

Strange how bad things gets you that one nice girl with the chest hams ^.^

I make excellent first impressions, it's only later on learning more about me that people regret ever meeting me...

When I first met my high school boyfriend's very protective mom, I was wearing a pretty vintage dress, silver combat boots and black lipstick. I scared her, and I don' t think she ever liked me even though we dated for 2 years.

Fast forward about 6 years to when i meet my husband's parents for the first time. They were talking about politics and how if the government becomes anymore controlling we'll segregate people into a prison society for disagreeing with the government. and I pipe up and say "OOh like Escape from New York". I think they probably still think I'm a little bit flaky.

Black lipstick...

/twitch

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