Ever date a REALLY hot chick? Do tell!

[cantdrv55]

I'm sure all of us happily married guys are with hot chicks. Women with beauty and brains along with other admirable and endearing qualities that keep us interested and wanting til death do us part.

I've always gone out with girls I can bring home to meet the parents. Never have I dated one who's only redeeming quality is a hot face and bod. I'm talking Hooters girl, bimbo, stripper, can't balance a checkbook, can't boil water and make a decent cup of coffee. A superfreak as Rick James would describe her.

If you've ever dated such a girl, tell us about her and your experience. Why'd you stop seeing her? Was she all you have imagined her to be? Could you have brought her home to meet Mama? What do you think she's up to now? Think she'd still be hot?

[singpilot]

She's probably still hot. I keep waiting to see her on TV. When we started dating, she handed me a calendar with 8 days a month marked in big red X's. Said to pretend she was dead on those days for the next few months. No calls, no mail, no flowers, no visits, nada. Had to agree to this scenario in order to continue past date #2. I obviously agreed.

We were in her car one day when I pulled into a gas station to fill the gas tank. While there, I opened the hood to check oil (knowing she never did).

She took that opportunity from the passenger seat to start flashing her panties at me, knowing I was able to see under the raised hood right up her short skirt. I mean big time flashing. She reached and slipped them aside, and needless to say, when I went to put the dipstick (yes, the oily one for the motor) back in the little tube, I must have missed. I forgot about the rest of the checks, paid for the gas, and raced back to her place.

Fast forward a week or so. She takes the car to be serviced (because I had told her about the color of the oil), and they discover the missing dipstick. Mind you, she had no idea what a dipstick was even, this is a woman that complains about having to put gas in the car (what a concept), she was not even aware that oil needed to be changed, or that there was a requirement to have oil in her engine at all. The part was $13. at the Toyota dealer. The fact that I had ruined her car (by losing the dipstick) drove her nuts. She dumped me same day. That was in 1979.

We are the same age (52 now), and she is still a schoolteacher in Oxnard, California. Unmarried. I got a medical survey form in the mail from UCLA a month or so after that incident. She was a case study for the research into the causes and manifestations of something new back then... called PMS. At the end of the questionaire, in the comments section, I put that she should be their poster child.

I never heard from any of the parties again.

[DaveE]

There was a period in my life when I played in a rock band and my wife and I were having marital problems that I ended up briefly living with two strippers. They were both very hot in a slutty way but I haven't seen them in 20 years. I'm still with my wife and she's hotter in so many ways.

[RANDY P]

Last gal I dated for almost two years (and was engaged to) was considered hot by any standards. Had calls constantly while we were dating from big name clebs calling - she was from LA. Emotionally she was a train wreck. Hypoglycemic too. Came from a broken home - dad ran off with the neighbor when she was 14.

Had a superiority complex that wouldn't quit and when she was pissed, she consistently reminded you of her pedigree. I'm kind of a beer and peanuts kind of guy, and after awhile it got to the point where I just couldn't stand it. I dreaded coming home.

In a lot of ways, she was an ideal -- never cheated, honest, beautiful, intelligent, could cook - but what killed it was her ego. When she was on a rampage, no one (including her family ) could stand her. I always felt secure with her in those respects, but the emotional instability is a killer. My family loved her, but behind closed doors she was almost violent.

She used to constantly accuse me of "ogling" other women, and would send her into a tirade - and then she'd whip it out and insist that she was above me, "better than me", etc, "you should feel lucky", etc

The last 6 months this would happen on a weekly basis, till one day I snapped, walked out, never came back, quit working at the place we worked. Disappeared.

I figure she cracked and went back to LA to be wined and dined and used up - which is part of the reason she moved to WA - she felt she was just being used, for which she was. She wanted a "normal" life and wanted to give up the fledging actress gig. Figured she latched on to me since I was honest (and I ain't ugly either)

I'm still not fully recovered the whole experience changed my outlook on the opposite sex forever. Pissed off, I shall stay.


rjp

[svandamme]

i'm still trying to forget that whole episode in my life

[juanbenae]

i've dated chicks that were way out of my league and its tough to not be in charge. i prefer a cool 7.5 to a high maintenance 10.

[Rick Lee]

I've got a few stories here.

First one was a gorgeous Greek girl (lived at the gym, hair down to her waisteline, great tan) in one of my classes my senior year in college. I used to daydream about her, sitting across the big conference table in class, though never talked to her. Last day of class the prof. took us all to a bar to hang out. I finally got talking with her and we talked about our respective gyms. Said goodbye, went home, didn't exchange digits, that was it....so I thought.

A month later she shows up at one of my band's gigs. I was floored. Went over during a break to chat and she asked why I had never returned any of her calls!!!!! I said I had never gotten any message and didn't even know she had my #. Turns out she had gone to my gym and gotten my number from someone she knew there, called a few times to invite me to a party and my loser roommates never gave me the message. This was the truth and she bought it. We had a gig the next night at another bar and she came again. That night she got drunk and wild and was all over me. Everyone was gawking at the spectacle and several commented on how lucky I was gonna get that night. But of course, I had to help load our gear AFTER the gig and never got home before 3:00 or 4:00am on gig nights. I figured she wouldn't hold out that long. After the last song, my drummer said the others would take care of loading our gear and I should take this girl home while I had the chance. I did and it turned into about 3-4 mos. of a great thing.

I didn't really like her coming to our gigs, because I felt obligated to run over and hang with her during the breaks, when I knew at least 100 or so people in the crowd on any given night. I always felt the need to go chat and drink with the folks who had forked over a cover charge to come see us play. One night a super hot neighbor, whom I had been telling she oughtta come to see us play, actually showed up. She had just gotten off work, still had her restaurant uniform on and it was clear she made the effort, but was tired. Soon as we got a break, I went to talk to her, she hugged me, we chatted and that was it. My Greek gf went berserk, ran out, etc. Later that night, as I was walking up to my front door with a guitar case in hand, she was sitting there on my porch couch and said she didn't want to see me anymore. I was so tired, deaf and full of beer, I said "OK, see ya around." And that was it. She came over a few times after that to try to get me go out with her friends, but I wasn't into it anymore by then. Like they say, show me the hottest girl in the world and I'll show you some guy who's tired of hittin' it.

More to follow....

[singpilot]

Gawd, you got me started.

When I lived in Minneapolis (for 7 winters), I was the pilot for a very public figure in that town. The man that ran the NHL team; very high vis. One of my many duties (besides flying him and the team) was to run the Arena on game night. I didn't really run the thing, but I was who anyone came to instead of the owner.. he didn't want to be bothered with 'petty details'. One of the most onerous tasks was deciding which 'VIP's would get the primo private box seats, or even a suite. And, of course, all of those carefully calculated arrangements change instantly on game night.

In Minneapolis, there was a female talk-show hostess who had a very opinionated late afternoon show. ("It's my show, I can do what I want"). Anyone that lives there knows who that is (or was, if she's not still there). A 50,000-watt AM station... six states on a bad day.

We met after she had commented on-air that she could not get into the sold-out arena for a game the night before. I called the station, and invited her (off-air) and a guest to the next game. She accepted. She came alone, I had given her the choice of on-ice seats, or a box in the rich-and-famous section. She chose the on-ice set. I went down there from time to time to see how she was doing (she was loving it) and to make sure the waiters got her whatever she needed, comp'ed.

After the game, she found me, and we went out for a drink, and dinner. She was gorgeous, not the usual Minnesota nice, not the usual blonde, blue-eyed, nordic look (also unusual) that Minneapolis is overrun with. We hit it off big time. She was pretty good about keeping her private life off of the air, but as we progressed, more and more of it made it into on-air comments. I was never identified by other than my first name. I didn't object, I was usually trying to tone her down a little. I would always joke that I had to mind my P's and Q's, or be pilloried the next day on-air. She would smirk, but never deny that possibility. Can you imagine pissing someone off that had that power? The only really personal things that had ever made it on were good (so far).

No one at my work knew it was me, but her love of the game grew to the point that she would discuss it on-air the next day. Her show was growing in popularity, and she had been picked up in several other markets. The girls in my boss' office were always laughing about her telling idiots off on the call-in part of her show, about how that poor SOB Michael that lived with her must really be a sorry case. My boss asked me to find out where she was in the arena, and invite her to his suite for a 'chat'.

I brought her to his suite between the first two periods, and she actually did pretty well (not offending anyone). The light bulbs over everyone's head suddenly went off, she took my arm, blushed, smiled, and the entire suite broke out in applause. I escorted her back to her seat (my season seats, actually). After that, the gig was up. We were together for almost a year, until her ex re-appeared on the scene, and she wanted to give that a try again. She did an on-air series on second chances for a few days, but I couldn't listen, it was way too poignant at that point. I was told that the call-ins ran 3 to 1 against giving him a second chance. I moved away shortly after (as did the team), and we have not talked since.

We discovered what a PITA being a celeb (even in a small market) was. She has a very distinctive voice, and as soon as she opened her mouth anywhere, things would change as soon as people recognized the voice. There were very few pictures of her anywhere, and she regularly got death threats. That didn't bother me, I knew most of the threats were from displaced democrats (that is a joke, guys), but the ones we worried about were the wackos that knew of her passion for cats. Dead cats were always appearing in the station parking lots wearing hate-laced messages. She always took those hard, even a right wing personality has a heart sometimes (another joke, guys).

I suspect she is still hot as well. She wore the pants in public and on air, but hated wearing them in private. Under the sweaters and coats required of Minnesota winters, there was a Chicago born and bred hottie. As hot as they get.

[coloradoporsche]

When I was 27 I dated a girl that was 18. She was ridiculously hot. Blond, face like a model, big rack, tight bod. Chicks that hot wanted nothing to do with me when I was 18, so I figured I was making up for lost time. She was as dumb as a rock, so I knew it wouldn’t last. But I enjoyed it for what it was.

When my friends heard about me dating a younger girl, they all gave me the biggest rash of ***** over it....until they saw her. And then all they could say was "dude, does she have any friends"?

Call me a pig, I don't care. I'd do it again in a hearbeat if I were single.

[M.D. Holloway]

Sure, I dated May Anderson (actually her real name is Andreadsen) for over a year. She was just off the boat from Denmark and was working as a nanny. We met at the Lexington Tennis Club. She was just 19 at the time. Great girl, smart and funny. Looked great and fealt better. Ended up going on the model for SI et al.

We did things to each other that would make barn animals blush. She would do anything including that thing that many of your wives won't let you do (cuz it hurts too much!). Only down side was that she smoked, but so did I and I really didn't care. It all ended when I saw my wife for the first time and fell in love. My wife is no May Anderson but in a strange and unexpected way much better.

I had taken some nudies of her back then but shredded them after I met my wife. I know I know - froshmen error.

[Oh Haha]

My first wife was hot. then we got married.
Met her while playing in the rock band. After the divorce she had two kids by two different guys and I haven't spoken to her since we signed off on the house. I didn't date much and had no luck with the ladies.
My wife now is pregnant so I don't know if that really counts but I think she is still hot.

[Joeaksa]

I was a young pup living in the midwest, I got to know a young lady who was a friend of our neighbours. She had done some modeling and it showed.

She was just a knockout, 5'10" and legs up to her neck. We got to be friends and then moved in together. Lived together for a year then her Dad talked us into ruining a great relationship and getting married. That lasted for a year then she flunked out of college. After that she was very happy for me to support her while she sat at home and I worked.

That lasted for about 6 months and I told her to get a job if she could not hack school. We divorced shortly afterwards as she wanted a sugar daddy. Course she kept coming over to the house and staying overnight as the sex was the best part of our relationship. I found someone else I wanted to date and persuaded her to move on...

Looks are one thing but I would rather have a nice looking lady you can get along with over a knock out who is high maintenance. Hugging or kissing them at night with the lights out, they both feel about the same.

Joe A

[}{arlequin]

ha ha lots of laughs here!

last time i went out w/ a smoking hot chick, two old men (the kind that look/dress like they own the place) sitting at a table next to us, after staring at her half the evening, told me that if they ever go blind, i can do the women-choosing for them

[Rick Lee]

Sing, was that Laura Ingram? Great story. Ok, time for another.

My nextdoor neighbor (I'll call her Brenda) in my last house was a very cool girl who partied with my roommates and me a lot. She had some hot friends too. One was this scorching Argentinean girl (I'll call her Cari). They both waited tables at a local bar. When I met Cari, I instantly thought "way too hot for me to ever have a chance with". I wasn't as much an alpha male in those days. Anyway, I was in pretty good shape then and a few wks. away from my first marathon (8 yrs. ago), so I wasn't drinking. Brenda knew this and asked me to be the designated driver for her girls night out. What a chance! Well, after a few hours of standing there with a glass of water in my hands and watching their coats while they got all loaded and danced, Cari came up and started kissing me out of the blue. This went on a while and all the girls saw it. I drove them back to Brenda's place and they all wanted to come nextdoor to my place to hang out. After a while they got up to leave. Cari was the last one, waited until the others were out the door, closed the door behind them and starting hugging and kissing me all over again. She stayed that night and it was super. Turns out she was a MILF and I had to drive her to get her son the next day and take them back to her place. I ended up hittin' that one a few more times before she just stopped all contact. Ran into her again about a year ago and did not recognize her until I heard her call her son's name and then put 2 and 2 together. She was married and about 9 mos. pregnant. Looked totally different. Glad I hit it while it was good.

[cantdrv55]

Dang, we got some studs on this board!

[Joeaksa]

Originally posted by LubeMaster77
She would do anything including that thing that many of your wives won't let you do (cuz it hurts too much!).

Mike, you need to use the right LUBE! It doesnt hurt that way!

Danish girls can be a handful. Lived in Roskilde and Soburg (Kopenhagen) for a while and they sure bring a smile to my face. If there was only a way to get those damm cigarettes out of their face...

Joe A

[Rick Lee]

Originally posted by }{arlequin
ha ha lots of laughs here!

last time i went out w/ a smoking hot chick, two old men (the kind that look/dress like they own the place) sitting at a table next to us, after staring at her half the evening, told me that if they ever go blind, i can do the women-choosing for them

Last time? You have a pretty hot one now.

[Jims5543]

As gay as this sounds, I married her. I met her at a party. Her older sister invited me to the party and she was super hot but married. I knew the older sister through a friend and lost touch with her. She called me out of the blue and invited me to this party, her intentions I found later on was to match me and her sister up.

I am attracted to hispanic women. I have also had terrible relationship problems with past hispanic girlfriends. They are passionate women and that passion carries over into every part of their life. Sometimes it can make you nuts.

My wife is Italian and Portugese. She "looks" hispanic but isnt. Her best friend was Peurto Rican, so I assumed she was too. I was scared of her because the second I saw her I knew I was either going to marry her or she would break my heart to pieces.

16 years later she is still the hottie I dated and married. I know, very gay.

[singpilot]

Jim, if that's gay pass the lube.

I think that marrying the hottest thing around is ANYTHING but gay.

[svandamme]

Lube , no offence , but i'm getting tired of you posting your chick thing
it's depressing for us normal folks... give us a break will ya!!!?