Post: #1

This will be considered very beta but I am willing to accept that.

Several months ago I got my 8th notch from a girl online who invited me over at like 11 on a Friday might. That being said it was dark and I didn't see her clearly. Also I didn't get her name. This is weird for me to think about but I feel like I have to know know. It's not that I want her, it just bugs me that i do not know who she is and it's just a blank. I know her address but I'd like to find out who she is.

Post: #2

Post: #3

(05-15-2013 09:18 AM)MattC Wrote:  

I am serious. I don't like the fact that I have no idea who she is. It feels strange. I don't want her, I just want to know

Post: #4

Stick it in the forum lounge. What do you expect us to do? If you've got her address look it up on the net or just go round and see her, or write her a letter.

Post: #5

Stop being nostalgic. When there isn't a deep connection, there isn't much of a memory.

You will have multiple "Jane Doe" sexual partners that you can't remember the name of. And if you did and wasted your time looking them up on whatever site you met them through you'll see they've changed their hair color or hair cut or gotten fat or old and look nothing like when you were with them.

It happens to everyone. Let go. Move on. She doesn't want to be that important to you.

Post: #6

There are ways you can find her postal/zip code and narrow of down from there to get a list of about 5-7 names.

Your City will have a title/property registry. I she does not own find the info anyways and then track down the landlord and make some bogus complaint so he can at least spell out a first name.

That may or may not be publicly accessible, or it is for a steep price. Certain people are privy to that type of info (cough cough!) and can access it for you, but it's a pain and requires time so you have to negotiate something.

Post: #7

(05-15-2013 10:25 AM)Blackhawk Wrote:  And if you did and wasted your time looking them up on whatever site you met them through you'll see they've changed their hair color or hair cut or gotten fat or old and look nothing like when you were with them.

I've come across a few old bangs from 20 years ago on FB and....

Post: #8

(05-15-2013 09:12 AM)blackglasses Wrote:  This will be considered very beta but I am willing to accept that.

Several months ago I got my 8th notch from a girl online who invited me over at like 11 on a Friday might. That being said it was dark and I didn't see her clearly. Also I didn't get her name. This is weird for me to think about but I feel like I have to know know. It's not that I want her, it just bugs me that i do not know who she is and it's just a blank. I know her address but I'd like to find out who she is.

if you can remember the phone number you can try a site like http://www.whowhere.com (it is reverse phone lookup). There are probably other sites out there that can do reverse address lookup.

But really, you should not care. A couple of times, I had a woman at a club take me home and then thrown out when they asked if I remembered their name, and I did not. It was always some fucked up name when that happens. "Chitzna" or some shit. This is normal shit, don't sweat it.

Post: #9

Any who. Com

Post: #10

set up a camera somewhere outside of her house.

Post: #11

You should have worn your blackglasses...

Post: #12

One time I met this crazy girl on a train on the way home to DC from NYC. It was like 4 am but we got drunk on the train's booze, then she took me home around noon Saturday and I fucked her brains out. To this day I can't remember where her place was and I had deleted her number immediately. Sometimes I still wonder who she was and if I could find her again...

I still fondly remember:

*She was an early 30s DC lawyer with a very hot body and an above average face
*There was a blemish on her lip or mouth that was freaking me the fuck out the entire time
*She went bat-shit crazy on me upstairs before I could bang her initially, crying on the top floor deck outside and breaking a mimosa glass
*Claimed to be allergic to latex and wanted me to fuck her raw until I found non-latex condoms in her drawer (also the only time I've been truly scared since the Canadian stripper in Cabo...)
*Her bed was held up by shoeboxes on all four sides which fell out from under it during the wild sex
*She lived on the second floor of this condo with no door, and her beta male roommate (who was trying to fuck her she said) heard everything, including the shoebox I threw downstairs
*She passed out and slept, literally on top of me during sex, and I had to crawl out from under her, get my shit, and leave
*Still drunk, somewhat lost, and with a dead phone, I tried to find my way home at noon on New Year's Eve...

Sometimes when you've stuck your dick in crazy, you don't want to ever find it again.

Post: #13

Gmac, is that one of the girls you wrote about on your blog? If memory serves me right it was this one who made the comments about soldiers dying in Iraq or some shit like that.

Post: #14

Yup, that's the one.

Post: #15

I have a solution, findmemycrush(dot)com

Post: #16

Who gives a fuck? You already fucked her.

Post: #17

(05-16-2013 06:19 AM)Gmac Wrote:  One time I met this crazy girl on a train on the way home to DC from NYC. It was like 4 am but we got drunk on the train's booze, then she took me home around noon Saturday and I fucked her brains out. To this day I can't remember where her place was and I had deleted her number immediately. Sometimes I still wonder who she was and if I could find her again...

I still fondly remember:

*She was an early 30s DC lawyer with a very hot body and an above average face
*There was a blemish on her lip or mouth that was freaking me the fuck out the entire time
*She went bat-shit crazy on me upstairs before I could bang her initially, crying on the top floor deck outside and breaking a mimosa glass
*Claimed to be allergic to latex and wanted me to fuck her raw until I found non-latex condoms in her drawer (also the only time I've been truly scared since the Canadian stripper in Cabo...)
*Her bed was held up by shoeboxes on all four sides which fell out from under it during the wild sex
*She lived on the second floor of this condo with no door, and her beta male roommate (who was trying to fuck her she said) heard everything, including the shoebox I threw downstairs
*She passed out and slept, literally on top of me during sex, and I had to crawl out from under her, get my shit, and leave
*Still drunk, somewhat lost, and with a dead phone, I tried to find my way home at noon on New Year's Eve...

Sometimes when you've stuck your dick in crazy, you don't want to ever find it again.

Now that is a good fucking time right there!

Throwing the shoebox down the stairs was a nice touch.

Post: #18

I have a more pressing question than the OP:

Is Gmac back for good?

Post: #19

(05-15-2013 09:12 AM)blackglasses Wrote:  This will be considered very beta but I am willing to accept that.

Several months ago I got my 8th notch from a girl online who invited me over at like 11 on a Friday might. That being said it was dark and I didn't see her clearly. Also I didn't get her name. This is weird for me to think about but I feel like I have to know know. It's not that I want her, it just bugs me that i do not know who she is and it's just a blank. I know her address but I'd like to find out who she is.

Assuming you have her #:

You: restart text
Her: blah blah blah blah
You: oops that was for my mom. who is this?
Her: I'm Idiot T. Washington
You: oh hey. send me a pic for my contacts