thederekeffect1
Master Don Juan
A lot of people post FR's, but not enough people read them. Most of the time, it's because field reports can be faked (and often are faked). It doesn't help that almost every field report on this forum is a good sarge. Nothing ever goes wrong in them. If something does go wrong, it's a minor little detail. No one ever posts bad FR's.
Well, something did go wrong in the field report I'm about to post. After it happened, I thought about you guys. I thought about all the fake field reports. All the field reports that were almost too good to be true. I thought about flippinfreak, who once questioned if a field report I posted awhile back was fake. I thought about a member that once accused Shezz of being fake (three or four months ago). And I thought, you know what? This would make a good field report. Not because something went right... No, it's the exact opposite. It would make a good field report, because something went wrong.
Now, I'm hoping at the very least, this shows that the field reports I post are not made up. I also hope that this shows that there are members on this forum that post field reports that are actually worth reading (such as shezz and shyryder).
This just happened about 30 minutes ago...
Anyway, here's the story. I live in an efficiency within a hotel on the sixth floor. The windows in this room are broken and don't open. So, I was heading downstairs to get some fresh air. The elevator stops on the fifth floor. A very cute blonde walks in. As soon as the elevator starts moving, she moves really close to me. Now, under normal circumstances, this is a really good thing. But for some reason, I feel uncomfortable. I was trapped in a corner, litterally. So, I moved away.
Keep in mind that throughout this following conversation, I'm feeling a little akward. For some strange reason, I'm feeling trapped within this elevator. I realize that she's hitting on me and practically throwing herself at me, but I cannot get over the strange feeling of being trapped. All I want to do is get out of the elevator.
Her: "I'm sorry" (she's silent for a moment) "What's your name?"
Me: "Derek"
Her: "How old are you?"
Me: "Twenty one"
Her: "I don't know how to say this without sounding weird, but I think you're hot. Do you live alone?"
Me: "Yes"
Her: "Well, maybe sometime if you're not too busy..."
Before she even finishes her sentence, the elevator door opens. I speed-walk away from her without saying another word. I imagine that she also felt a little akward after this, considering that I practically ran away from her.
There you have it. -1 for Derek, +1 for everyone who read this and laughed to themselves at my patheticness. Don't worry, I laugh to myself too when I think about it.
Well, something did go wrong in the field report I'm about to post. After it happened, I thought about you guys. I thought about all the fake field reports. All the field reports that were almost too good to be true. I thought about flippinfreak, who once questioned if a field report I posted awhile back was fake. I thought about a member that once accused Shezz of being fake (three or four months ago). And I thought, you know what? This would make a good field report. Not because something went right... No, it's the exact opposite. It would make a good field report, because something went wrong.
Now, I'm hoping at the very least, this shows that the field reports I post are not made up. I also hope that this shows that there are members on this forum that post field reports that are actually worth reading (such as shezz and shyryder).
This just happened about 30 minutes ago...
Anyway, here's the story. I live in an efficiency within a hotel on the sixth floor. The windows in this room are broken and don't open. So, I was heading downstairs to get some fresh air. The elevator stops on the fifth floor. A very cute blonde walks in. As soon as the elevator starts moving, she moves really close to me. Now, under normal circumstances, this is a really good thing. But for some reason, I feel uncomfortable. I was trapped in a corner, litterally. So, I moved away.
Keep in mind that throughout this following conversation, I'm feeling a little akward. For some strange reason, I'm feeling trapped within this elevator. I realize that she's hitting on me and practically throwing herself at me, but I cannot get over the strange feeling of being trapped. All I want to do is get out of the elevator.
Her: "I'm sorry" (she's silent for a moment) "What's your name?"
Me: "Derek"
Her: "How old are you?"
Me: "Twenty one"
Her: "I don't know how to say this without sounding weird, but I think you're hot. Do you live alone?"
Me: "Yes"
Her: "Well, maybe sometime if you're not too busy..."
Before she even finishes her sentence, the elevator door opens. I speed-walk away from her without saying another word. I imagine that she also felt a little akward after this, considering that I practically ran away from her.
There you have it. -1 for Derek, +1 for everyone who read this and laughed to themselves at my patheticness. Don't worry, I laugh to myself too when I think about it.