Post by Pine on Mar 6, 2015 1:50:17 GMT
Okay, so I'm not gonna' lie - this thread is mostly just an excuse for me to be able to tell my whole hipster story.
HOWEVER
Feel free to leave your own stories as well.
After all, I don't know how yourSingle's Awareness Valentine's Day was, so talk it up!
I guess as a forewarning, there is a dash of profanity involved here and I'm not going to censor myself.
In any case, for this tale, I'm going to be using my friends's country names to refer to them, so feel free to imagine this like Hetalia or something.
For reference, I'm Mexico.
(actually wait that won't work
just
idk just go with it)
On my campus, I'm usually hanging out at this other dorm's lobby and have become an honorary member there, most everyone knows me, stuff like that.
So there's this guy, Wales, who is pretty dang cute, alright?
I'm not entirely 100% necessarily looking to date him or whatever, but I always joke with Lebanon and Taiwan by telling them stuff along the lines of "we sat on the couch together tonight, it's like we're already married" and stuff like that.
First thing when I was telling Taiwan about this guy, she forbade me from dating a hipster, so I have since then persuaded her (and Lebanon) to be hardcore shippers for us.
As a result, my dearest Taiwan showed me these asexual Valentine's cards and told me to use them to seduce the hipster.
After careful consideration (over the course of about twenty seconds) I decided to do it and inmmediately started hatching a plot.
The problem was that Wales and I weren't on THAT level of friendship quite yet where I could just ask him where his room was or anything, so if I wanted to get these to him anonymously, I needed to do some detective work.
(I originally was going to slip them under his door, but the doors there don't have cracks beneath them because it's an outdoor dorm and what not, so I've since had to improvise with posting it on the front with Lebanon's tape.)
I think I had been with him and a few others going to dinner when he had initially pointed out the general location, but he had also mentioned something about apartments, so I still wasn't sure if he even lived at the dorm... and I also wasn't sure if he had a girlfriend or what (only ever heard him talking about an ex, but that in and of itself could be an issue with like how my roommate was dating this same guy on and off and I'm getting off topic let's go back to talking about me).
After some time, I realized I needed a wingman if I were to be successful in this mission.
I tried to figure out who in the group was closest to Wales, and after ANOTHER incident of us trying to go to eat, I learned that Argentina was the only one with his phone number, who is also conveniently one of the friendliest and definitely the most unassuming guy in the group.
So the next day, I left the lobby at the same time as him, got down on one knee and asked him to be my wingman (for a joke, which I was careful to say, because if all of this turns south I need to be able to play it off as a joke).
Argentina eagerly accepted my proposal, more or less hinted that Wales didn't have a girlfriend to his knowledge, and then... it turns out Argentina couldn't remember where his room was.
All he could remember was that it was on the third floor, which went hand-in-hand with me knowing the general area of where it was (also that was at least confirmation that Wales didn't live in any of the apartments behind the dorm).
To narrow it down, we recalled that the windows have names on display (which was a better alternative to my plan of calling Wales to go to the lobby when he was in his room (which turns out that he never is) and trying to predict where he would be and do some stalking from there, then run back down to the lobby).
After walking third floor that general area, we finally found his name on display and Argentina conveniently remember "oh yeah that's his room" at that moment.
So after a month of research, I finally arrived at the point where, on the first of February, Argentina and I were printing off the cards.
Lebanon, Argentina and I all talked it out whilst cutting the cards and decided to start that day.
The plan was that the cards would be in order from least creepy to sexual innuendos, write a different variation of his name at the top of each, then put them up every other day up until three days before Valentine's day.
At that point, we (I say we, but I was the only one who ever put them up) would put them up every day, but not put one up on Valentine's day, then two days AFTER Valentine's, put up the last one just to throw him off.
In executing this, I was very careful to not put them up at the same time of day, not make it obvious when I was leaving to put them up, etc.
I figured he would still be able to figure it out eventually, though, because a) the first few times Wales ever talked to me I'm p sure I was blushing like an idiot, b) I'm the person responsible for dishing out stupid nicknames, c) most of the other girls in the lobby are taken, d) I mentioned in his presence that I was asexual (though I'm now convinced he wasn't paying attention at that point and actually has no idea/doesn't know what that is), e) Argentina and I keep on talking about a super top secret mission/having a contract/even him being my wingman later on, f) if he talks to someone else about it he could probably narrow it down from there/they could help him figure it out and just a number of other reasons that could have clued him in.
The whole idea was to get him to the point where he was taking down the cards and coming to the lobby, waving it around and being like "okay who keeps doing this" and then Argentina and I would feign innocence like pros.
However, what actually ends up happening is that... he doesn't say anything.
Just to push it even farther about a week into it, when he came down with a really bad case of allergies, I left him a can of soup with a post-it saying "No idea if you like tomato soup or not, but hope you get better! <3" which would at least mean the person leaving these knew he was sick...
(also he could have compared hand writing all day long)
But still, he says NOTHING.
Come Valentine's Day (granted he had to work most of the evening), he still had said nothing.
So the next time we agreed for Argentina to subtly interject a "how was you Valentine's day, Wales?" to which Wales replied nothing much (aside from being sick? he might have felt better that day I'm not sure) and then said quote unquote "But someone keeps posting shit on my door."
I was p outraged by this, especially the notion that he might have been getting annoyed with them (because let's face it, those cards are pretty funny and I'M hilarious), so I had to fume about that for the night...
I tried to justify him saying that as maybe he was just saying that because he was still feeling sick (which now I do remember he WAS feeling sick) or because he thought it was just one of the guys pulling a prank/teasing him (which is sort of true...) and maybe some other explanation... but I was still mad, so I made some aesthetic changes to the last card.
So a quick story time within this long story time.
Once, I went to a donut/coffee shop with Canada, Wales, and... well, the other guy doesn't have a country name yet.
Either way, being the hipster he is, Wales ordered a coffee, and when he got it, he was SO excited that it had a little heart in it and thought it was SO cute that he took a picture of it (and probably sent it over snapchat or something).
After he did that, I called him a basic bitch, to which he paused then kind of agreed.
SO WITH THIS FINAL CARD, you know the heart in the middle of each other them?
Argentina and got to copy and paste the tabletop view of a coffee cup where that was, put a heart in it, scratched out the usual nickname at the top of the cards and replaced it was BASIC BITCH, and inside the heart inside the coffee cup, we typed I'M SORRY IS THIS ING BETTER??
I could have sworn posting that one would have been a dead giveaway... but nope, he still had yet to say anything, but at least it gave me time to cool down.
At this point, I had grown tired of dropping "subtle" hints and had no qualms with going obvious on this.
One night when I was with Luxembourg, Argentina and Wales until ~three in the morning playing the new Super Smash Bros., Argentina had decided to call Wales all the different nicknames we had used on the cards, and even going as far with the last one to say "Scratch that, I mean, BASIC BITCH."
For the longest time, we still had not gotten a reply out of him, but towards the end of the night he finally said, "You know that doesn't bother me, right?"
Argentina and I afforded Wales with our most intense stare, and on his way out the room Argentina interrogated him with, "You seriously still haven't figured it out yet?"
Wales's only response was to give that awkward look he gives when he doesn't want to say the wrong answer, and without another word, he left.
Thus concludes my tale of seducing a hipster.
(I'm still somewhat determined though, so if anything else happens, I'll keep you guys updated.)
REGARDLESS, I hope you guys enjoyed my tale and are now avid Mexico/Wales shippers like the rest of us.
HOWEVER
Feel free to leave your own stories as well.
After all, I don't know how your
I guess as a forewarning, there is a dash of profanity involved here and I'm not going to censor myself.
In any case, for this tale, I'm going to be using my friends's country names to refer to them, so feel free to imagine this like Hetalia or something.
For reference, I'm Mexico.
(actually wait that won't work
just
idk just go with it)
On my campus, I'm usually hanging out at this other dorm's lobby and have become an honorary member there, most everyone knows me, stuff like that.
So there's this guy, Wales, who is pretty dang cute, alright?
I'm not entirely 100% necessarily looking to date him or whatever, but I always joke with Lebanon and Taiwan by telling them stuff along the lines of "we sat on the couch together tonight, it's like we're already married" and stuff like that.
First thing when I was telling Taiwan about this guy, she forbade me from dating a hipster, so I have since then persuaded her (and Lebanon) to be hardcore shippers for us.
As a result, my dearest Taiwan showed me these asexual Valentine's cards and told me to use them to seduce the hipster.
After careful consideration (over the course of about twenty seconds) I decided to do it and inmmediately started hatching a plot.
The problem was that Wales and I weren't on THAT level of friendship quite yet where I could just ask him where his room was or anything, so if I wanted to get these to him anonymously, I needed to do some detective work.
(I originally was going to slip them under his door, but the doors there don't have cracks beneath them because it's an outdoor dorm and what not, so I've since had to improvise with posting it on the front with Lebanon's tape.)
I think I had been with him and a few others going to dinner when he had initially pointed out the general location, but he had also mentioned something about apartments, so I still wasn't sure if he even lived at the dorm... and I also wasn't sure if he had a girlfriend or what (only ever heard him talking about an ex, but that in and of itself could be an issue with like how my roommate was dating this same guy on and off and I'm getting off topic let's go back to talking about me).
After some time, I realized I needed a wingman if I were to be successful in this mission.
I tried to figure out who in the group was closest to Wales, and after ANOTHER incident of us trying to go to eat, I learned that Argentina was the only one with his phone number, who is also conveniently one of the friendliest and definitely the most unassuming guy in the group.
So the next day, I left the lobby at the same time as him, got down on one knee and asked him to be my wingman (for a joke, which I was careful to say, because if all of this turns south I need to be able to play it off as a joke).
Argentina eagerly accepted my proposal, more or less hinted that Wales didn't have a girlfriend to his knowledge, and then... it turns out Argentina couldn't remember where his room was.
All he could remember was that it was on the third floor, which went hand-in-hand with me knowing the general area of where it was (also that was at least confirmation that Wales didn't live in any of the apartments behind the dorm).
To narrow it down, we recalled that the windows have names on display (which was a better alternative to my plan of calling Wales to go to the lobby when he was in his room (which turns out that he never is) and trying to predict where he would be and do some stalking from there, then run back down to the lobby).
After walking third floor that general area, we finally found his name on display and Argentina conveniently remember "oh yeah that's his room" at that moment.
So after a month of research, I finally arrived at the point where, on the first of February, Argentina and I were printing off the cards.
Lebanon, Argentina and I all talked it out whilst cutting the cards and decided to start that day.
The plan was that the cards would be in order from least creepy to sexual innuendos, write a different variation of his name at the top of each, then put them up every other day up until three days before Valentine's day.
At that point, we (I say we, but I was the only one who ever put them up) would put them up every day, but not put one up on Valentine's day, then two days AFTER Valentine's, put up the last one just to throw him off.
In executing this, I was very careful to not put them up at the same time of day, not make it obvious when I was leaving to put them up, etc.
I figured he would still be able to figure it out eventually, though, because a) the first few times Wales ever talked to me I'm p sure I was blushing like an idiot, b) I'm the person responsible for dishing out stupid nicknames, c) most of the other girls in the lobby are taken, d) I mentioned in his presence that I was asexual (though I'm now convinced he wasn't paying attention at that point and actually has no idea/doesn't know what that is), e) Argentina and I keep on talking about a super top secret mission/having a contract/even him being my wingman later on, f) if he talks to someone else about it he could probably narrow it down from there/they could help him figure it out and just a number of other reasons that could have clued him in.
The whole idea was to get him to the point where he was taking down the cards and coming to the lobby, waving it around and being like "okay who keeps doing this" and then Argentina and I would feign innocence like pros.
However, what actually ends up happening is that... he doesn't say anything.
Just to push it even farther about a week into it, when he came down with a really bad case of allergies, I left him a can of soup with a post-it saying "No idea if you like tomato soup or not, but hope you get better! <3" which would at least mean the person leaving these knew he was sick...
(also he could have compared hand writing all day long)
But still, he says NOTHING.
Come Valentine's Day (granted he had to work most of the evening), he still had said nothing.
So the next time we agreed for Argentina to subtly interject a "how was you Valentine's day, Wales?" to which Wales replied nothing much (aside from being sick? he might have felt better that day I'm not sure) and then said quote unquote "But someone keeps posting shit on my door."
I was p outraged by this, especially the notion that he might have been getting annoyed with them (because let's face it, those cards are pretty funny and I'M hilarious), so I had to fume about that for the night...
I tried to justify him saying that as maybe he was just saying that because he was still feeling sick (which now I do remember he WAS feeling sick) or because he thought it was just one of the guys pulling a prank/teasing him (which is sort of true...) and maybe some other explanation... but I was still mad, so I made some aesthetic changes to the last card.
So a quick story time within this long story time.
Once, I went to a donut/coffee shop with Canada, Wales, and... well, the other guy doesn't have a country name yet.
Either way, being the hipster he is, Wales ordered a coffee, and when he got it, he was SO excited that it had a little heart in it and thought it was SO cute that he took a picture of it (and probably sent it over snapchat or something).
After he did that, I called him a basic bitch, to which he paused then kind of agreed.
SO WITH THIS FINAL CARD, you know the heart in the middle of each other them?
Argentina and got to copy and paste the tabletop view of a coffee cup where that was, put a heart in it, scratched out the usual nickname at the top of the cards and replaced it was BASIC BITCH, and inside the heart inside the coffee cup, we typed I'M SORRY IS THIS ING BETTER??
I could have sworn posting that one would have been a dead giveaway... but nope, he still had yet to say anything, but at least it gave me time to cool down.
At this point, I had grown tired of dropping "subtle" hints and had no qualms with going obvious on this.
One night when I was with Luxembourg, Argentina and Wales until ~three in the morning playing the new Super Smash Bros., Argentina had decided to call Wales all the different nicknames we had used on the cards, and even going as far with the last one to say "Scratch that, I mean, BASIC BITCH."
For the longest time, we still had not gotten a reply out of him, but towards the end of the night he finally said, "You know that doesn't bother me, right?"
Argentina and I afforded Wales with our most intense stare, and on his way out the room Argentina interrogated him with, "You seriously still haven't figured it out yet?"
Wales's only response was to give that awkward look he gives when he doesn't want to say the wrong answer, and without another word, he left.
Thus concludes my tale of seducing a hipster.
(I'm still somewhat determined though, so if anything else happens, I'll keep you guys updated.)
REGARDLESS, I hope you guys enjoyed my tale and are now avid Mexico/Wales shippers like the rest of us.