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1. Posted by argie22 (Budding Member 40 posts) 10y

Just that can you share what made that person interesting and how you ended up metting them?
Daniela. :)

2. Posted by argie22 (Budding Member 40 posts) 10y

How the heck do i edit my posts??? i meant meeting, not metting!

3. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 10y

Quoting mariposa22

How the heck do i edit my posts??? i meant meeting, not metting!

I was curious what "metting" meant...

The only way to edit your own posts is by using the "Preview" button before hitting the "Submit" button. The preview will not only show you how your response will look, but also allow you to make any changes to your text. It may add a minute to the time it takes to post, but sometimes that eliminates some misunderstandings. In this particular case - you've just given some of us a chuckle or two - not a bad thing!

Isa now returns this thread to it's originally scheduled topic and starts searching through the travel braintrust to remember the most interesting encounters...

4. Posted by GregW (Travel Guru 2635 posts) 10y

Man, there have been so many. The Russian and Mongolian guys I shared a cabin with (and many beers with) on the train from Irkutsk to Ulaan Baatar or the old man in a bar in San Antonio who claimed to be the first American NHL player (which turned out to be a complete lie).

"Fifty thousand a year Frank," who I met during an 8.5 kilometer hike through the Cabo Blanco national park. Prepared for a rough hike, I brought along a backpack with 3 liters of water, granola bars and nuts to eat for energy and a lot of sunscreen. Frank brought a 600ml bottle of Coke. The terrain was rough, up and down all day long in a hot and humid jungle. Frank was a 40-something asthmatic without his inhaler. All that being said though, Frank was a trooper and managed to walk the 8.5 kilometer round trip, though Ira and I did supplement his supplies with some water and half a sandwich. Frank lived in New York City, and had a bit of a chip on his shoulder when it came to the fairer sex. It seems that Frank hadn't had much luck with the ladies, and he was chalking it up to his lack of income. "The first question they ask you is what do you do? Lawyer, they'll talk to you. Doctor, they'll talk to you. You make $50,000 a year, they won't even look your way." It never occurred to Frank, I suppose, that part of his problem may have been his 1982 out of date wardrobe, his $7.50 Supercuts hair cut, his unfortunate choice of "Construction Worker from the Village People" moustache or his general attitude.

The best story, though, is probably this girl I met in Corpus Christi, Texas, USA at a bar. She was cute and I was drunk and recently dumped, so I was open to companionship (if you know what I mean).

Anyway, the following facts soon emerged about this girl:

  • The children did not live with her, having been removed by the state because she was a stripper and heroin-addict
  • She was now recovering from her heroin addiction, but did get me to drive her to her dealer's place so she could score some weed
  • She was still a stripper
  • She was living with a man
  • She was bisexual
  • She was a racist
  • She hated the government (see above children removal point) and wanted to have Timothy McVay's baby (the Oklahoma City bomber) so that his "hatred of the American government" could live on.

So, not the best person in the world. However, I was already quite drunk and feeling pretty low from my recent relationship troubles, so we sat on the beach at night and made out.

I invited her back to my room. "She doesn't know anything about me," I thought, "not even my last name. If she comes to my hotel, I can have sex with her, drop her off tomorrow and never see her again." It seemed a perfect plan to my somewhat hormone and alcohol addled mind.

She turned me down. "What?" I thought, "this 38 year old grandmother, bisexual stripper who would be willing to have sex with TIMOTHY MCVAY is not willing to have sex with me?" I was shocked. If I had been more of a real man, I would have abandoned her by the statue of Selina and gone back to my hotel. Instead, I drove her to her cousin's place.

"I am going to be up in San Antonio in a couple weeks to take the kids to the zoo," she said as she was getting out of the car. "Here's my number, why don't you call me and maybe you can join us." Great, I thought, even ex-crack heads think of me as the nice guy, the kind of guy who you take to the zoo with your kids. "Sure," I said, and put the number in my pocket.

The next day I woke up, my head clear of alcohol and testosterone, and threw out the number. A month of so later I was in Orlando airport watching CNN covering the news of Timothy McVay's execution. They didn't mention any last minute conjugal visits with a stripper from Corpus Christi, so I have to assume that she never got her wish.

It's actually really a sad and pathetic story, isn't it? But it gets the biggest laughs at cocktail parties...

5. Posted by s_hoot (Respected Member 497 posts) 10y

The most interesting person i have met by far has been, cant remember her name for the life of me, this irish girl i met in Rome on a pub crawl who was also staying in my hostel. she was living in italy teaching english as a second language. she had the most amazing accent, as most irish girls do, and had the most fun that night with her than all of my many of many nights out in Rome. i think we fell in love with each others accents right away as I am Texan, the rest of the night was a blast.

6. Posted by james (Travel Guru 4136 posts) 10y

Quoting GregW

Man, there have been so many. The Russian and Mongolian guys I shared a cabin with (and many beers with) on the train from Irkutsk to Ulaan Baatar or the old man in a bar in San Antonio who claimed to be the first American NHL player (which turned out to be a complete lie).

"Fifty thousand a year Frank," who I met during an 8.5 kilometer hike through the Cabo Blanco national park. Prepared for a rough hike, I brought along a backpack with 3 liters of water, granola bars and nuts to eat for energy and a lot of sunscreen. Frank brought a 600ml bottle of Coke. The terrain was rough, up and down all day long in a hot and humid jungle. Frank was a 40-something asthmatic without his inhaler. All that being said though, Frank was a trooper and managed to walk the 8.5 kilometer round trip, though Ira and I did supplement his supplies with some water and half a sandwich. Frank lived in New York City, and had a bit of a chip on his shoulder when it came to the fairer sex. It seems that Frank hadn't had much luck with the ladies, and he was chalking it up to his lack of income. "The first question they ask you is what do you do? Lawyer, they'll talk to you. Doctor, they'll talk to you. You make $50,000 a year, they won't even look your way." It never occurred to Frank, I suppose, that part of his problem may have been his 1982 out of date wardrobe, his $7.50 Supercuts hair cut, his unfortunate choice of "Construction Worker from the Village People" moustache or his general attitude.

The best story, though, is probably this girl I met in Corpus Christi, Texas, USA at a bar. She was cute and I was drunk and recently dumped, so I was open to companionship (if you know what I mean).

Anyway, the following facts soon emerged about this girl:

  • The children did not live with her, having been removed by the state because she was a stripper and heroin-addict
  • She was now recovering from her heroin addiction, but did get me to drive her to her dealer's place so she could score some weed
  • She was still a stripper
  • She was living with a man
  • She was bisexual
  • She was a racist
  • She hated the government (see above children removal point) and wanted to have Timothy McVay's baby (the Oklahoma City bomber) so that his "hatred of the American government" could live on.

So, not the best person in the world. However, I was already quite drunk and feeling pretty low from my recent relationship troubles, so we sat on the beach at night and made out.

I invited her back to my room. "She doesn't know anything about me," I thought, "not even my last name. If she comes to my hotel, I can have sex with her, drop her off tomorrow and never see her again." It seemed a perfect plan to my somewhat hormone and alcohol addled mind.

She turned me down. "What?" I thought, "this 38 year old grandmother, bisexual stripper who would be willing to have sex with TIMOTHY MCVAY is not willing to have sex with me?" I was shocked. If I had been more of a real man, I would have abandoned her by the statue of Selina and gone back to my hotel. Instead, I drove her to her cousin's place.

"I am going to be up in San Antonio in a couple weeks to take the kids to the zoo," she said as she was getting out of the car. "Here's my number, why don't you call me and maybe you can join us." Great, I thought, even ex-crack heads think of me as the nice guy, the kind of guy who you take to the zoo with your kids. "Sure," I said, and put the number in my pocket.

The next day I woke up, my head clear of alcohol and testosterone, and threw out the number. A month of so later I was in Orlando airport watching CNN covering the news of Timothy McVay's execution. They didn't mention any last minute conjugal visits with a stripper from Corpus Christi, so I have to assume that she never got her wish.

It's actually really a sad and pathetic story, isn't it? But it gets the biggest laughs at cocktail parties...

That's the second time I've read that Greg, and it's just as funny as the first. Mate, be grateful that get jiggy with her. Given all you've said, chances are she was a he

7. Posted by argie22 (Budding Member 40 posts) 10y

Quoting GregW

"What?" I thought, "this 38 year old grandmother, bisexual stripper who would be willing to have sex with TIMOTHY MCVAY is not willing to have sex with me?"


That's hilarious!

8. Posted by ripple (First Time Poster 1 posts) 10y

i met this guy called dave in france in september whilst working 4 eurocamp, he was amazin, funny, clever, gorgeous we had 2 fly home in october but we now live 2geva.

9. Posted by essexboy (Budding Member 10 posts) 10y

Quoting ripple

i met this guy called dave in france in september whilst working 4 eurocamp, he was amazin, funny, clever, gorgeous we had 2 fly home in october but we now live 2geva.

what was working for eurocamp like, me and my auusie mate were going to apply for this years season but left it in the end as we didnt want to be split up.