OT: Were you a ladies man in high school?

Submitted by the_big_house 500th on March 10th, 2010 at 10:08 PM

Let's be frank here. It takes a gift to woo the ladies in your direction especially the hot ones that went to your high school. Most guys in the world have issues or problems when it comes to picking up girls. I myself was never really a ladies man back at Darby. I played high school hockey but what killed my rep was being in the marching band, but come on. When you’re in a marching band as amazing as ours was and still is, it gives you pride and a sense of accomplishment. Unfortunately a lot of the other students (especially girls) never gave us second looks. Unless you were in the drum line because our drum line was always in shape and practiced with their shirts off every summer which helped in their efforts in search for women. 6 out of the 12 members picked up both the volleyball girls and cheerleaders. As for the gift it self being on just individuality it takes a trait too or just plain talent.

I didn't carry it, my dad didn't carry it and my grandpa never did either. But if your one of the few that did, or still do, then hats off to you my friend. I guess now that I'm in college it's easier because not everyone knows what was on in your high school days. It's funny because my girlfriend now came from the same backgrounds me (high school wise). She was an athlete from Worthington, played volleyball and did marching band but she is definitely NOT one of the typical bandies portrayed in Hollywood bogus films. So who else here struggled with “being on the scene” in high school?

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MGoJen

March 11th, 2010 at 1:01 AM ^

But when they got back from their yearly trip to Disney World one year, news broke out that these two band members got caught having sex in the stairwell of the hotel by a parent chaperone.

The weirdest part was that the two kids involved were openly confirming the story.

Plegerize

March 11th, 2010 at 1:12 AM ^

My experience with band kids is that they want EVERYONE to know what they're doing to each other.

I can say this because my roommate the past fall semester was on the marching band up at Central, and when he got a girlfriend, they were like dirty animals and kept fornicating in our main room on our futon. There were nights when you could hear them having sex and it was loud. I mean LOUD.

I have a disdain for band kids. Hate to say it, but I do. It doesn't help either that PDA is a pet peeve of mine, but I hate them.

HartAttack20

March 10th, 2010 at 10:40 PM ^

Although, I am into ladies. So technically, I'd call myself a ladies man. I am, in fact, into ladies. I'll take that back, that last sentence was misleading. I wasn't very good with the "into ladies" part, hence the subject of "nope." I do, however, dig the ladies. Because of this, I consider myself a ladies man. Maybe this type of tangent is why I only dug the ladies, and never got "into" ladies.

RONick

March 10th, 2010 at 10:41 PM ^

I'm one of the lucky few. I was the captain of the football team and the homecoming king... it really doesn't get too much easier than that!

03 Blue 07

March 10th, 2010 at 11:30 PM ^

I guess I should get some e-cred: Played football, top of my class, did quite well the last two years of high school...yeah, I did better in high school than freshman year at U of M. And maybe even sophomore year. Might've had something to do with gaining 30 lbs of beer weight. Dang it. I remember thinking, whilst a young lad at U of M, "what the fuck- these girls aren't NEARLY as easy as I am used to! This sucks. Guess I'll go eat a pizza and down some 40's (high fives Gittleson)."

CRex

March 10th, 2010 at 10:42 PM ^

Okay, so you asked, so you get a long story. No, I was really not a huge ladies man in HS. I was more into cars and in general older girls. I did have some luck in that department. Which leads to the tangentially related story:

So in HS I worked at a pizzeria. Friday and Saturday night my peers were partying it up, I was washing dishes with a 40 year old dude named Clyde who drove a rusting Buick and had three kids with two women. It also kills chances to date.

There was this insanely hot waitress though, age 23, high school cheerleader who still had a smoking body, but no degree. She was a lot more filled out than most HS girls and every guy in there loved her rack. She'd been expelled from HS, we never found out why, lots of rumors though. Let's call her Joanna.

I had two younger male coworkers, both in their early 20s, lets call them Brian and Kyle, we'd occasionally hang out when we got out of work. Brian was a nice guy, but not all that bright. He went on to get an associates degree and a solid 9 to 5 job. He's still the kind of guy that would give you the shirt off his back if you asked for it. Kyle was a douchebag and later ended up in jail because he was dealing drugs and nailing underage girls. The cops caught him with a 15 year old and a baggy of crack.

One night Kyle came to Brian and me and said "Look guys, I got this really great weed, its from Jamiaca, I'm going to invite Joanna over and blow her mind with this weed! I need you guys to come though so it looks like a work party and she won't get weirded out." We agreed.

So at 3 am we're sitting there in Kyle's apartment. We have two thirty packs of Natty Ice and Kyle's "super pot". Kyle is going on and on all this stuff, how amazing it is. I'd never smoked before and wasn't about to start, so I wasn't paying much attention. Anyways Kyle and Brian decide it would horrible to waste this stuff, so they're going to smoke just one bowl real quick in the utility room. The utility room is a tiny little area with the furnance and the water heater in it. Their master plan was to go in there with some beer, seal the place up so the fumes can't escape and then smoke a bowl. After that Kyle is going to come out and woo Joanna.

Well the pot and/or the beer must have been good. Because half an hour later Brian emerges, wordlessly gets more beer and the rest of the pot and goes back in to hotbox it back up.

I'm sitting there with Joanna and Joanna looks at me and goes "I'm bored, want to do something...". Now this is how much of a lady's man I was, my reply was...

Well Kyle has Nintendo 64, Goldeneye is a lot of fun. Yeah really, beat your head against the wall in disgust at dumb little 16 year old CRex. Luckily for me Joanna adjusted her approach to be slightly more direct and I learned a few things that night.

The next day, Saturday, I come in for my night shift and Brian and Kyle are sitting out back smoking. Kyle it appears decided it was a good idea to make out with the hot water heater some time last night and has the remains of this weird rash where he decided to french kiss fiber glass insulation. He's lamenting passing out, but hey he bought some more pot before work tonight and he's going to invite Joanna over again. I don't really say anything. As we're standing there, Joanna arrives for her shift. As she's walking by she smiles at me, blows me a little kiss and goes "Hey Crex, I get off at 9, see if George will let you off early and we can go do something." Luckily Brian was a nice guy and pinned Kyle down before Kyle could beat the crap out of me. Like I said Kyle was not the nice type and ended up in jail.

We dated for most of high school, mostly just for fun. She was great fun, 23 and able to buy booze and a total bad girl. I think she got off on corrupting me. For my 17th birthday she got a me fake ID so we could go to bars together. She eventually got a job at a hotel bar and late one night cleaned out the safe and fled to Mexico, all over the 4k in the safe. We exchange postcards and I sent her a Michigan hoodie for Christmas.

She was bad enough that when my principal saw us together at the mall he called my parents to warn them about her. My dad's response was "Well last year you called to tell us he was gay. Isn't this an improvement?" But that's another story and not as exciting.

Other than though, pretty dateless aside from this cute girl in my AP Physics class.

03 Blue 07

March 10th, 2010 at 11:35 PM ^

Putting aside the statutory rape stuff- jesus, what a great fucking story. Girl sounds like she had some, umm, daddy issues or something, but what-the-fuck ever! Dude, you were 16! She was 23! With a great rack! And she's a fugitive now! This is straight out of "Almost Famous" or something. Well done.

CRex

March 11th, 2010 at 9:02 AM ^

Girl had more issues than I can really even explain, or was able to understand at that age.

I of course am thankful I was able to get through those tough times of statutory rape. The fairly easy access to booze and a sexually exprienced and attractive woman was hell on earth.

The only downside was when I came to college and started hanging out with giggly, 19 year old coeds I was like "What is this shit?" The older partner thing messes with your social views a bit. I ended up just dating some grad students, which can be a tricky task when you're a freshman or sophmore.

Ernis

March 10th, 2010 at 11:00 PM ^

Wasn't much of a player but I did well in high school. Found the good ones and charmed the hell out of 'em. It's really a matter of finding the girls who fit your style. I liked the traditional damsels, who were attracted to the inherent masculinity and confidence in a laid-back dude like myself (but were savvy enough to sense the latent prowess of the wolf-within). For some reason, girls with really conservative dads loved me.

MGlobules

March 10th, 2010 at 11:47 PM ^

those were different times. At Huron, it was all about whether you were cool w. Shaky Jake (of course), or belonged to the Friday Afternoon
Wine Drinker's Club, or were a Psychedelic Ranger at the Free Concerts (natch). Or worked at the State, which was still a movie house, and could sneak them in for some fun in the balcony (mais bien sur!) It wasn't about sports or band (?), though I did go out for the basketball team. But I was smoking two packs of cigarettes a day then; it didn't work out. . . which left me more time for cruising around in my 1956 Buick Super with Ellen B*** and Julie Gr****. Of course, if I hadn't maxed out the Michigan Competitive Scholarship Exam and scored a scholarship, I would have ended up at Washtenaw Community College and missed out on all the great women in the Residential College, but. . . I've been pretty lucky, I guess.

MGlobules

March 10th, 2010 at 11:48 PM ^

those were different times. At Huron, it was all about whether you were cool w. Shaky Jake (of course), or belonged to the Friday Afternoon
Wine Drinker's Club, or were a Psychedelic Ranger at the Free Concerts (natch). Or worked at the State, which was still a movie house, and could sneak them in for some fun in the balcony (mais bien sur!) It wasn't about sports or band (?), though I did go out for the basketball team. But I was smoking two packs of cigarettes a day then; it didn't work out. . . which left me more time for cruising around in my 1956 Buick Super with Ellen B*** and Julie Gr****. Of course, if I hadn't maxed out the Michigan Competitive Scholarship Exam and scored a scholarship, I would have ended up at Washtenaw Community College and missed out on all the great women in the Residential College, but. . . I've been pretty lucky, I guess.

MGlobules

March 10th, 2010 at 11:49 PM ^

those were different times. At Huron, it was all about whether you were cool w. Shaky Jake (of course), or belonged to the Friday Afternoon
Wine Drinker's Club, or were a Psychedelic Ranger at the Free Concerts (natch). Or worked at the State, which was still a movie house, and could sneak them in for some fun in the balcony (mais bien sur!) It wasn't about sports or band (?), though I did go out for the basketball team. But I was smoking two packs of cigarettes a day then; it didn't work out. . . which left me more time for cruising around in my 1956 Buick Super with Ellen B*** and Julie Gr****. Of course, if I hadn't maxed out the Michigan Competitive Scholarship Exam and scored a scholarship, I would have ended up at Washtenaw Community College and missed out on all the great women in the Residential College, but. . . I've been pretty lucky, I guess.

tjyoung

March 10th, 2010 at 11:52 PM ^

in my actual high school? no.

i do have to say, though, being a male figure skater has its perks. one of them is that on the ice, i benefit from a ratio of 1 to 20 for guys to girls

did it help me pick up chicks? let's just say i fared better on the ice than in school

M-Wolverine

March 11th, 2010 at 1:21 AM ^

I never got dudes who gave a hard time to dudes like pairs skaters or male cheerleaders. I mean, if you're the QB you get to massage another fat sweaty guy's balls for three hours, or if you do the former, you get to lift tiny hot girls by their who ha's up into the air. Seems like an easy choice to me.

PackardChug

March 10th, 2010 at 11:52 PM ^

In high school I wasn't really the ladies man, though history has taught me that I was a no-balled-pussy-loser that dropped the ball on several cuties. My senior year I did find a dime-piece at one of the other high schools and town and we dated seriously, but I broke it off before college because I wasn't going to deal with a needy girl and long distance.

Needless to say, my balls might as well been cut-off my first two years in college, as I was "still in love"- yeah well, I found out my ex, who to this day still professes she's eternally in love with me to me and just about anyone else who will listen when drunk, turned into an Iowa floozy, and then I got shat on by another girl here at Michigan- So I turned into a raging asshole completely insensitive to any girls feelings. It got my a lot of ass in the short term, but I really didn't like myself.

So now I've found myself a darling cutie.

But the moral of my story is:
You're too young to be a nice guy, you'll just get hurt. So shit on the girls, and shit on them hard. When you find the one that stands up to you and puts it right back in your face, that's a girl to date.