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Zip Napalm wrote:

Shep wrote:This happened at this last vegas GT.

My roommate for the event is married, so he has less shame when it comes to this hobby. I packed my army up in its transport cases and carried the display board under my arm as we went up to the hotel room, which was a little more discrete than my roommate who just brashly carried his display base in both arms with all the models spread out on it.

These two drunk sluts were in the elevator with us and got off on our floor. One of them couldn't resist, and started in with the questions. Both my roommate and I tried to politely describe the hobby. Which was difficult to do when talking to a 'whisky tango' tramp...

The conversation ended up here.

her- "you didn't paint those things here in vegas did you?"

roommate- "no we are here playing in a tournament."

her- "Good because there are a lot better things to do in Vegas than paint toys."

me- "You mean like whoring?"

I timed the retort well, my roommate had just gotten our door open, so we were able to step inside just before her attempt to upturn my roommates display base succeeded.

That um, is embarrasing.

I don't know about embarrasing...I think it's funny as hell. If the timing was that perfect..one can only imagine the looks on their faces...

Blood

I may be the only man in America who has gotten laid because of 40K.

I met a girl in a swing dance class one afternoon. I asked her out to dinner that evening. During the meal, I learned that she was into theatre and played Ever-crack after I confided that I had played it years ago before I got into dancing. After that revelation, I surprised her with a short outing to the FLGS to meet some of my friends playing 40K. She thought it was hillarious, and that's when she started acting all affectionate towards me. I guess she recognized a kindred geek-spirit.

We left there and went to a public park not far from the dance studio...let's just say I'm glad there were no cops doing their rounds there that evening.

CapNCaveman! wrote:... and I have to explain the hobby...then she says " Wow, I just slept with a guy that still plays with toy soldiers..."

We have been married for 5 years now.

I used to be embarrassed about this sort of thing, but having had a couple of gfs I've come to realize that there are far far worse things for a guy to be into, like I donno, cheating, lying, stealing, whoring around, drug abuse, etc. And girls got their stuff too.

BTW, am I the only one who's ashamed at how paranoid this country has become after 9/11? Next thing you know the Boston PD will be swearing up and down that LCD signs are really terrorist devices......

It's a well known fact mooninites hate freedom.

For the love of dakka this needs to preserved forever in article-dom.

EDIT: I set up an article with the same name as the thread. enjoy.

BigToof wrote:I used to be embarrassed about this sort of thing, but having had a couple of gfs I've come to realize that there are far far worse things for a guy to be into, like I donno, cheating, lying, stealing, whoring around, drug abuse, etc. And girls got their stuff too.

Yup. My girlfriend said she was a little weirded out when she came over and I had my Sisters of Battle out on top of the entertainment center, but now she appreciates that it's a pretty tame hobby, I can moderate spending at it pretty easily and it's something I can do at home.

She paints herself.. More fine-art style stuff. We've had a few days where she was working on something for a class and we just spent a quiet afternoon working on our respective projects.

She also really enjoys that I don't grumble if she needs to go by the craft store for something.

Balance wrote:
Yup. My girlfriend said she was a little weirded out when she came over and I had my Sisters of Battle out on top of the entertainment center, but now she appreciates that it's a pretty tame hobby, I can moderate spending at it pretty easily and it's something I can do at home.

Ain't it the truth. We've got a hobby that keeps us in the company of other men (not women), is relatively inexpensive, not dangerous, often done in the home, and it's something that kids will appreciate if and when we have them.

Balance wrote:
She paints herself.. More fine-art style stuff. We've had a few days where she was working on something for a class and we just spent a quiet afternoon working on our respective projects.

She also really enjoys that I don't grumble if she needs to go by the craft store for something.

Mine's the same way. She's got a degree in graphic design, which is interesting, since she has tons of color theory, and I've got a ton of practical (15+ years) knowledge. She doesn't paint many minitures, but I think I might be able to convert her over to paint minion fairly easily. And it's something that we can do together.

Shep wrote:This happened at this last vegas GT.

My roommate for the event is married, so he has less shame when it comes to this hobby. I packed my army up in its transport cases and carried the display board under my arm as we went up to the hotel room, which was a little more discrete than my roommate who just brashly carried his display base in both arms with all the models spread out on it.

These two drunk sluts were in the elevator with us and got off on our floor. One of them couldn't resist, and started in with the questions. Both my roommate and I tried to politely describe the hobby. Which was difficult to do when talking to a 'whisky tango' tramp...

The conversation ended up here.

her- "you didn't paint those things here in vegas did you?"

roommate- "no we are here playing in a tournament."

her- "Good because there are a lot better things to do in Vegas than paint toys."

me- "You mean like whoring?"

I timed the retort well, my roommate had just gotten our door open, so we were able to step inside just before her attempt to upturn my roommates display base succeeded.

Ahh, misogyny, the cornerstone of all good comedy...

I don't think I've ever been embarrased by it, as such. Most female reaction to my box of models is usually curiosity and digging through the box to look at all the painted things.

CapNCaveman! wrote:She then says "why would you go thru all that trouble"?... and I have to explain the hobby...then she says " Wow, I just slept with a guy that still plays with toy soldiers..."

We have been married for 5 years now.

That, my friend, is what they call a "Keeper." Kudos and congratulations!

BloodDefiler wrote:
I don't know about embarrasing...I think it's funny as hell. If the timing was that perfect..one can only imagine the looks on their faces...

Blood

Heh, there was embarassment there. My shame filled hiding of my models, and the fact that I basically had to dive into a hotel room to run away from a girl, I'm not too proud of

Greebynog wrote:

Shep wrote:This happened at this last vegas GT.

My roommate for the event is married, so he has less shame when it comes to this hobby. I packed my army up in its transport cases and carried the display board under my arm as we went up to the hotel room, which was a little more discrete than my roommate who just brashly carried his display base in both arms with all the models spread out on it.

These two drunk sluts were in the elevator with us and got off on our floor. One of them couldn't resist, and started in with the questions. Both my roommate and I tried to politely describe the hobby. Which was difficult to do when talking to a 'whisky tango' tramp...

The conversation ended up here.

her- "you didn't paint those things here in vegas did you?"

roommate- "no we are here playing in a tournament."

her- "Good because there are a lot better things to do in Vegas than paint toys."

me- "You mean like whoring?"

I timed the retort well, my roommate had just gotten our door open, so we were able to step inside just before her attempt to upturn my roommates display base succeeded.

Ahh, misogyny, the cornerstone of all good comedy...

The kicker here is if either guy has a slaanesh or SOB army.

Teh_K42 wrote:For the love of dakka this needs to preserved forever in article-dom.

EDIT: I set up an article with the same name as the thread. enjoy.

lol i'm glad I could be of help.

All too good! Good stories chaps!

Trying to explain to my European history class what "Dakka" is and how the Germans had more "Dakka" at the beginning of WWII than anyone else.

I once managed to get my IT colleagues referring to necessary PC Parts 'Workybitz' and Peripherals 'Gubbinz'

Was quite chuffed with that.

burb1996 wrote:So that was the end of my "Lets get some hobby time in at lunch" phase.....

God Bless rent-a-cops.....

Your lucky... some of them think they are real cops and/or superheroes.. and I am sure
he went home and told his family that he stopped a terrorist that day..
Having worked the Field..part time job to get me by... you have either people that are
normal ..wanting to do the right thing or you have gung ho guys ready to fight the 30 ninjas
stalking them (straight jacket please) .. glad to hear you where not shot... that would
end your day bad..

Back to topic... Had something like the tattoo guy...I was walking in to a game shop
with the standard GW figure case ..you know the one with the imperial eagle on the
side.. and a grown woman said " is that a Nazi symbol.." Ignoring her I kept walking
to the store, a buddy a few steps behind yells" don't make eye contact... her stupidity
may be contagious!!' in so many words... The actual quote may had a little more sentence
enhancers...by the time I hit the door i was laughing so hard I was about to cry...
Everyone in the shop thought I was nuts because, I walked in alone laughing my head
off and the other guy still about 10 steps behind me...

But...but...she asked....she didn't state.....

All it takes is a few seconds to explain it's rather nerdy, and not at all Fascistic origins.

yea ive never had an embarassing moment with my minis and a woman. ive shown many gfs and the like them. almost always it got them looking for there favorite mini and telling me how awesome they were.
anywho my moment came going to a friends house that i used to play at. he had a supremely bad ass table he made that was tournament regulation AND you could flip the table top over for a different (also regulation) terrian. ANYWAYS! his parents house was HUGE and the basement steps had to be like 10 feet down. so i had been bragging the week before how i got my renegades painted up and my bike squad all done and super awesome and the whole nine yards. SO on my way down the massive steps i started with the "who wants to see the coolest F'ing army in the world" and tripped down the stairs smashing my box holding the minis and breaking a good 60% of them lol. it sucked really bad. AND everyone made sure i felt like a slow all night with the "hey wanna play? oh thats right you broke everything"

I have learned, after a very embarrassing first 13 years of my life, that If one has enough bravado, or a big enough ego, you can get away with just about anything. When I have chicks over to my house, take them upstairs to my room, and start trying to steal home (which is really hard for a 16 year old who has parents that just refuse to leave the house ), the first thing that comes up is the models, which are strewn across a desk, and are slowly but surely encroaching on 2 different ones. After some explanation, which goes on for anywhere from 30 seconds of awkward answers, to 30 minutes of excruciatingly exacting detail, as each fact is examined with the success of the color blind trying to describe color to the deaf after having all of his limbs lopped off. Once that happens, the conversation either goes on some other weird tangent, or I spend the next hour showing my new best friend how to build warhammer pieces. Yes this ends up with a few models that look like some serious contestants for the special olympics (contestants that will need a head start BTW), but the experience is priceless . Then my parents come in with some photo of me doing something that would be construed as horrendously sexual if I weren't like 4 months old when doing it.

Then the girl leaves

And I paint warhammer... the paint smudged by my tears


_____

I brought my stuff to work the other day, and i got the same "What does that symbol mean?". I pulled out on of my valhallans and said "It means I'm a dork".

Well, I'm 40 and divorced about a year and have delved back into 'dating' (which sucks by the way). So if I get brave enough to venture out, usually the conversations are the same; what do you do for a job, have any kids (one daughter, 5), why did you get divorced. The same old boring stuff.

The real kicker is that I have pics of my daughter on my cell, so I show those off. I also have pics of my figs on there too so as they are perusing the kid photos, they inevidibly come across the Death Guard, IG, Marines and Empire.

Some don't say anything, others ask what they are. One actually knew what 40K was because her teenage son was into it and was one of the regulars at the HC I ran so I knew him.

We still see each other, and when I go over the son breaks out his minis for modeling/painting tips. Then the three of us spend time building and painting his army (Marines). Even taught her to basecoat so we have an assembly line of me assembling, her basecoating and him detailing.

Not exactly an embarrasing story, but just goes to show that our 'dorkness' can turn out to be a positive.

Mine was actually on this forum. It was on a thread about how much trash talking you do to your opponents. I sadly said that the only person I seriously trash talk to while playing is my mother... (Who plays nidzilla by the way.) That was rather embarrasing, that and the time we were both at gamesday and she was being checked out. (Being one of nine females there and looking pretty decent for a 40 year old.)

Ah yes, found it.

""Hmm, the only time I really insult / trashtalk another person is when I am playing my mothers nids."

i also heard you were talking crap about the dress she wore when you took her to prom!

(sorry Ratbarf, couldn't resist!) "

Graciously supplied by Alarmingrick...

My embarrassing moment in 40K fandom? I made a post on the B&C asserting that the Horus Heresy took place in M35!

Pariah Press wrote: My embarrassing moment in 40K fandom? I made a post on the B&C asserting that the Horus Heresy took place in M35!

and what is m35...

the 35th millenium.

Commissar Molotov wrote:Hmmmm...I can't remember when my hobby life has embarrassed me in real life, but I've had it happen the other way...

I have two hard-sided plastic rifle cases - I use one to transport my miniatures, and the other to store my rather wicked-looking SKS rifle with scope, bipod, flash hider and extended magazine.

(No, I'm not a total nut-case - I only target shoot with it!)

Anyway, I went down to my local game store for a game, hoisted what I thought was my miniatures case up on the table, and opened it to display that same wicked-looking rifle in front of Gawd, little kids, greasy gamers, and shrieking mothers...

Thankfully, the owner and the other gamers knew me well enough to accept my apology without calling the police!

I had an anxiety dream about just that....One reason I use GW or Sabol cases, which don't "overlap" with my other hobbies ( Well, I doubt anyone out there carries their mini's in a golf bag).

The only embarrassing moments I can think of are when I'm at the spa and during the course of a conversation the question "what did you do this weekend?" comes up. It's surprisingly difficult to make stuff up every week or two that sounds plausible, so instead I become very vague and usually say that I "spent time with some friends". Details are usually not talked about, but occasionally they are, and I am forced to de-nerdify it a little; so weekends filled full of 40k/D&D/munchkin usually become weekends full of movies, road trips, and Wii.

Thankfully, dating and 40k seem to not bother each other for me. It's very rare that I have guys over, but when I do (and have forgotten to put away my minis and painting supplies) the guy either doesn't notice, doesn't mention it, doesn't care about it, or is really curious about it. In any case, his mind is usually too preoccupied with other things to care about little plastic figures

Not super embarrassing but a few years back (2002 or 2003 perhaps) a couple of friends of mine and myself had flown out to Columbus, Ohio to attend Origins.

While we're walking through the airport my Dark Eldar playing friend is ranting on about how terrible the DE codex is and how he would like for some ill fated things to happen to it's author, Jervis Johnson when we hear from behinds us: "hey take it easy, I work with the guy" and wouldn't you know it but Andy Chambers (told you it was a few years ago) was walking behind us.

We then got to talking with him and ended up having our rulebooks signed by him, it was a pretty cool experience for a couple of dorky highschoolers .

Andy is a hella nice guy. I'm sorry he's no longer with the company.