I've fallen for a girl. This has to be the oddest way that I've ever met someone in my life. Here's how it started.
Massassi. That's right. I was browsing the music forum a while ago and someone had posted lyrics from streetlight manifesto's 'the big sleep'. I liked the words so much that on a whim I bought the cd on ebay.

See, I have never liked ska at all. My friend Ricky had tried to make me listen to it a few times, and it was all rubbish. So I was quite suprised when i finally got my streetlight cd and listened to it. Pleasantly suprised, as it turns out. I realised that only the stuff Ricky listens is rubbish. So less than a week later, Ricky finds out that there is a ska concert in Gainesville, an hour and a half away. So him, my friends James and Will, and I decide that we're going to this show. Now the big problem here is, all of us have about another year until we can drive. So we start asking upperclassmen that are in band if they can take us. We had three people in line to take us to the show. All of them bailed and changed their mind. It looked like we weren't going to the show.

But the night before, James convinces his dad to drive us up there and stay for the show. So after school we get in his truck and make for Gainesville. There were several bands playing, the most popular and well known one being Hot Water Music. They were playing last. A ska show is a lot different from a punk or emo show. Everyone is dancing or moshing. The favourite dance is "skanking" and the mosh is more of a bumper car kind of mosh. My friend ricky didn't understand that last part. He runs into the pit and starts punching and elbowing people. Soon I see a built (~180lb) punk dude tackle him. He emerges later with blood running down from his upper lip. My friend Will goes into the pit, but then gets his glasses knocked off and stepped on. While he's searching for his lost lenses, a very distinct tie wearing "rude boy" (not the same rude boy as a townie or chav to you brits) helps william up and hands him the missing lense.

During the show I was off to some buy some merch while a rather aweful band was playing when i literally ran into a girl. She and I were both looking the wrong way. She was a gorgeous red head. We both said our apologies and walked off.
[TWO HOURS PASS. THE TIME IS NOW 10:30PM]

We had to leave the show early, before hot water music played. It had something to do with richard going to stetson university. We left before the main band played. So we're driving along and after and hour we stop at a Denny's on the side of the road. For some reason, at 11:30pm, a roadside Denny's is completely packed. We had to wait a good 20 minutes to get a table. After about 5 minutes, two very familar people walk in. Actually there were 3, but I didn't recognise the other. The "rude boy" who had helped with Will's glasses and the girl I had run into entered the Dennys and had to wait with us. I was the first one to realize it and say something. So we talked about the show and we all bonded and whatnot, and found out that they lived 20 minutes away from us. We all wind up eating together and talk and I get to know this girl, named Mollie, and there was just something about her that intriqued me.

So the two parties part ways and their car and our truck slow down a bit so we can all wave. Right about then a crazy thought went through my head. I jumped out of our moving vehicle, ran up to theirs and jumped in. i found a marker in the back seat and wrote my number on Mollie's arm while james kept yelling to get out of their car.

And now we're courting. So let's sum it up. I don't even like ska until a week before this thing, I only started liking it after I bought a cd I had never listened to, we get a ride at the last minute, two things happen with these people so that we recognise them, we leave before the band that most people came to see played, we drive an hour and then stop at a godforsaken denny's in the middle of nowhere, which just so happens to be packed even though it's 11:30, and they leave 2 minutes after us before the main band, drive and hour and stop at the same god forsaken denny's while we're busy waiting, they live close enough to see regularly, and when I jumped into their car they didn't turn out to be serial killers. And now i'm in love. yippee.

So yeah....post your strangest meeting.

Hmmm... it seems fate has brought you together. Make sure to tell her that she's your density.

yay streetlight!

cool meeting, I like girls named Moll(y), they rock


i've nevr really had a strange meeting

but Yay streetlight!

Her name is spelled different than normal, and she had a green shirt that she wrote "flog me" on.

Just in case I you were the SL poster, thanks a bunch.

Flogging Molly ftw.

Unfortunatley, I've never had a weird meeting.



They sound like fun though.

Uh lets see... Well, my friend was talking to this girl over the phone and online for some time. I mean, she was calling when we were hanging out and he called her when we were drunk. I definately thought that they were going out by the looks of it, even if she lived in DC (we live like 20 minutes from DC) But yeah, so one day, I get a random IM, and it turns out to be the girl. She said that Roger (my friend) told her that I was an 'interesting' guy. Well, it turned out that he had told her that I was really stupid, and that she should talk to me to see how stupid I was. We started talking, and eventually, we ended up going out for about 2 monthes. All because my friend wanted to show her how stupid I was.

When I hear the name Molly.. I think of Molly Millions. And then I think of Sally Shears...

Damn you, Gibson!

OMFQ! right after I read and posted my post, i spent the whole time talking to the molly i know, ze horror!

goodnight

Dig this...

A couple of years ago, I was sitting in the train to Amsterdam. That morning I had decided to book a ticket to Egypt and travel around for a couple of weeks with a friend. So I'm sitting in that train, talking to my (ex-)girlfriend (whom I was taking to Amsterdam for a day out) about where we were planning to go. The train arrives at Schiphol Airport and an American Lady steps in the train. She sits down next to us, but ofcourse she can't hear what we are saying because me and my girlfriend are talking Dutch. However, she looks very interesting, so I start to chat with her. She was an older woman, I think in her late 50's, she wore a lot of rings and looked like an excentric and adventurous type. Normally, I rarely ever start to talk to a complete stranger on a train, but this time I did. She told us she would be staying in Amsterdam for a week, then she would travel to London, and from there to Egypt. I told her I thought it was a funny coincidence, because I would be going to Egypt around that same time! So she smiled and said: "Well, see you there."

Egypt, some 2 and 1/2 weeks later. My friend and I only bought a ticket. We didn't even book a hotel in advance. That's how we always travel. We like the adventure, so we like to not plan anything and just arrive in the middle of the night at an airport and improvise from there. So we had been travelling around Egypt on foot, by public transport, by hitching and what not. That day we had got up at 3:00 am in the morning, to leave Aswan real early to cross a big part of the southern desert in the cool hours of the morning by minivan. You don't want to be travelling that place in the daytime... 50 degrees Celsius and up! Anyway, we were crossing flat desert. No road, nada. So by sunrise, our driver sees a big sandhill up ahead and decides to pull over the car and have a short break there to stretch our feet. We park, and I walk over to the big hill, to watch the sunrise from there. I climb it and notice there is another minivan, parked on the other side of the hill. There was nothing else there! Not even a gas station, nothing, just that hill. So I reach the top, and a small distance ahead of me, I see a woman sitting on the hillside, with her back towards me. She has her hands upraised towards the sun, and is making slow circling gestures, as if she is greeting the sun in some kind of ritual that is unknown to me. So I stand there in the middle of NOWHERE, the south Egyptian desert, watching the sunrise on a hill, and some woman doing mystical stuff. I am completely entranced. Then I see the rings on her fingers, and I immediately know: it is her. She finishes her ritual, stands up, turns around and sees me standing there. She didn't even blink, but just smiled. We greeted eachother, but didn't really talk much, I was too dumbstruck by the moment... she recognized me from that train to Amsterdam, and said: 'Told you...'

Happened. To me.

Holy Crap, thats really cool. Just in the middle of nowhere? Unbelievable!

That is seriously wicked. I would have pooped myself. I like the way you travel, sounds like it would be fun.

I don't look for chicks, chicks look for me, something I've never really quite understood. I mean me, out of all handsome, rich, good looking people, me, a barely good looking person, poor, and above all, with notable mental conditions of emotional unstableness, the force must be with me indeed.

I met Izzy at my (at the time recently) ex girlfriend's birthday party. Her new boyfriend had turned up as a surprise, which completely threw out another of my friends (Jon) who she had just kicked back the week before. Neither of us were in the mood to see the night out, having both been stung (Jon more recently so) so we went to another place, got pleasantly wasted and went clubbing.

Half of my ex's birthday crew turned up there (thankfully not with her) and one of them looked at me and said 'Do you like Izzy, Martyn?'. I said, 'actually yeah' she wandered off, abandoned poor Izzy on me and walked away! At this point I didn't really know her that well at all but between music and alcohol everything turned out great :D. We left the club early and I walked her home in the driving rain - I got soaked to the bone.

And we're moving into a house together in early September!

Yay!

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