I met a guy online, and we arranged to meet up for our 1st date. It went well, and during it we exchanged birthdates. Mine was the next week, so he said he’s take me out for my birthday!
The day arrives, we meet up at the same place, and after my inquiry he says we’re to a New Mexican restaurant for dinner, then to a Country & Western bar a few blocks away for some dancing. Well All RIGHT! (I did tell him I didn’t know how/hadn’t been before, but was willing to give it a go.)
At the end of dinner he asks the waiter for separate checks. I look puzzled, and he asks why. “Well, it’s a little unusual to be taken out for your birthday and have to split the check…”
“Oh, I forgot it’s your birthday. I don’t have enough money to cover this.” So I end up paying for my meal.
Tip: If this happens to you end that date immediately! I don’t, so we continue the date and go dancing.
Turns out he doesn’t like line dancing, and doesn’t lead, so he won’t line dance with me trying to learn to line dance. We have one regular dance together, which he ends mid-song, because I’m not leading right.
For the rest of the ‘date’ I get to sit there, buying my own drinks, watching him dance with others, and having drinks bought for him by those others.
I went home alone after a few miserable hours…
I was born.
It all began on the day of my actual birth…
My ex finally admitted she’d been carrying on a relationship on the side, in case it didn’t work out with me (her reasoning). She admitted it’d been much more than she claimed, she’d even met his parents, etc. After confessing, she started self-harming (hitting herself in face repeatedly for awhile) in front of me. I called 911, very quickly realizing I might be in that scene from Fear/It’s Always Sunny and that this could go very, very badly for me.
Police showed up (~4:00 AM), shining flashlights into windows, waking up my Mormon landlords upstairs.
Thankfully, she sent the police away without incident/my involvement, then left shortly thereafter. She texted around 10 AM that she’d bought me a massage as a birthday gift, which was timely and welcome. She never showed her face again until I ran into her at a birthday party maybe 6-9 months later. Next I heard, she had shaved her head and moved to Indonesia.
Those are the main highlights, anyway.
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I spent my ninth birthday at a funeral home because my grandfather died two days earlier.
NOTHING.
Not mine, but my trainee’s. He had planned a big party with friends for his 18th birthday on the day. It was the
9th of NovemberSeptember 11th, 2001.@Mayor Poppington Thanks for seeing this. Why are American dates in the wrong order?
What happened on November 9th?
I’m guessing it was impacted by the September 11th attacks.
Edit: thinking about it more, it could just be a European troll that forgot our dates are swapped around over here. They thought 9/11 was the 9th of November.
Party was cancelled because my grandpa died
Got the flu and had to cancel my birthday movie party. Most of my friends went to go see the movie anyway. It was the Bee Movie
Two of my immediate family members died.
So there I was, sitting on an ammo can, in Iraq. I actually didn’t know it was that day until we had to write down a record of rounds expended.
Hurricane in Florida. A work friend invited my mom and I to stay at her place if it got bad. I’d spent time with her and her husband before, and thought we would have a good time playing games and hanging out.
It started to get bad, so we headed over. She didn’t answer the door or phone. Finally she comes out, says we woke her up (it’s 3pm) and laughed at us getting “freaked out” by a little wind. Guess we were supposed to wait for the full hurricane force winds before driving across town. Spent the remainder of my birthday on the closet floor with mom and dog.
I got an analogue watch instead of the cool futuristic digital watch I wanted, so I cried. After reading the rest of the responses I feel very very fortunate
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I’ve done this for a few years - if anyone asks what I want, it’s to spend time with my kid and I’ll get myself something frivolous.
- now that kids are teens and there’s only one left at home, I’ll take any of his time I can get
- I’m a geek, a gadget freak, and I realized long ago that my interests are specific enough to not be worth explaining to people
This year I’m buying myself a new iPad. That’s also well over the limit for gifts (I used to take my ex on trips for hers so she’d have experiences in addition to gifts, but that cost is somewhat hidden)
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I’ve been considering a 3D printer for a few years but have no interest in Warhammer models. Seriously, every once in a while I’ll look online to see if I can find a purpose for a 3D printer. Not so far.
With the tablet on the other hand, with streaming and a family of varied interests, I got used to media consumption on an iPad (and either a speaker or headphones, depending). At this point, my TV is more a waste of money, because no one ever watches it. I no longer have any form of stereo, nor a desktop computer, and my laptop is less convenient for media. After seven years, my iPad no longer gets updates and has slowed way down - actually I wonder if there’s something wrong with the WiFi on it. It’s time.
I’ve honestly found Lemmy really refreshing that I can talk about really anything and there is someone that is interested. It’s been nice to vent.
For sure. Sometimes it’s easier to relate to a bunch of strangers with shared interests than those in our lives who have different interests
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On my birthday this year my friend died, a few year ago same date my dog died and a few years before that my grandfather died again same date.
I dont like my Birthday and try to be greatful for the people in my life each day and each year.
When my SO bought me a present for my fortieth birthday that was something I would never use and clearly was for him (a rare bottle of bourbon), but he pretended it was a shared interest of ours. I don’t hate bourbon or anything but I very seldom drink any, maybe once a year, and I have yet to drink any from that bottle. It was wildly selfish.
Then when I turned 49 I got up that morning, and he asked me snarkily if I would be pretending if I was 39 for the rest of my life as some sort of hilarious joke about vanity. I am not vain at all and I don’t care how old I am, I loved my forties and have enjoyed my fifties so far.
