Imaginary conversations you would like to have

I'm not sure in which sub-forum to put this. Hopefully the responses will cover a wide a variety of scenarios for General Discussions.

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Imaginary conversations that you would like to have can be: Based on real events. Purely fictional. Future tense. Past tense (mine will be). General. Specific. Personal (mine will be). They could be with an absentee parent, an indifferent spouse, someone you admire, someone you despise, etc. Any topic that you're comfortable with.

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Background: I've posted that many girls (in my youth) and women treat me like a friend, or a big or little brother. This conversation takes place with a girl I knew in high school. She lead a hard life with some very major downturns, yet she was able to rebound and be a very nice person, and a close friend (in HS I needed all the friends I could get, I was not a happy teenager). I'll call her J.

Parts of the below are real, parts I wish had happened. Here goes, with some needed explanations here & there, quite lengthy:


Hi, Chris. My car is still in the shop, do you mind giving me another ride home?

No problem. I thought they had your car ready. [Yes, I was stupid enough to say that.]

It is. I can't pay them until I get paid on Friday.

Yeah, they do expect to paid.

The owner offered to let me take it sooner, but I said no.

Let me guess..... [Did I mention being stupid?]

No, don't. The guy's a creep. NOTE--J was sexually experienced, voluntarily and involuntarily.

During the drive to her apartment, which she shared with her mother (a complicated relationship)....

Would you like a hit? as I offered her the joint I was smoking.

No, thanks. Pot makes me sleepy. I only smoke a little with my boyfriend just before bed. NOTE--J was no stranger to drugs. They played a role in her troubles and her relationship with her mother.

I guess there ways to avoid falling asleep.

Don't be a creep, she said with a disappointed tone. I like you because you're not like most guys. You're sweet.

Actually, J, every guy wants girls to think they're "sweet." (sarcasm not hidden)

She gives me an exasperated look. Do you want to come up for a minute? I know I haven't asked you before, but mom can be weird; she isn't home.

Yeah, I guess, you know, if it's cool. [More stupidity--I both hestitated, and wondered if the invite might mean.........]

Do you want something to drink? My mom has some beer.

A soda would be cool. I swear my mom can smell beer a mile away.

OK, she says handing me a Coke, we don't have any beer anyway.

Uhh...so why'd you offer me one?

I was testing you.

You know I'm not always stoned, right?

I know. You're even sweeter sober.

That again? Jesus H. Christ, J, you know girls don't dig sweet.

Yes, they do. I do.

Really? Like being sweet is getting me laid. [We talked pretty openly about my lack of a GF, but only ever hinted at my lack of sexual activity. She knew I was a virgin, and knew getting me to admit it would've required me being subjected to prolonged painful torture. J never teased me about it, or judged me for it. I think she found it sweet.]

Don't be crude. You'll meet the right girl one of these days.

Some time in this decade would be nice. Hell, I'd settle for this century.

Quit worrying about it, you'll find someone nice.

--This lead to a period of silence, which surprisingly wasn't awkward.--

J....uh...um...I know nothing is going to happen between us. At least I'm pretty sure of it.

Chris, I can't sleep with you because I really like you. Seriously.

You lost me at "sleep with you." [This stupid comment earns me a stern look.]

You're being crude again.

OK, guilty as charged, sorry. Can you explain your thinking? I mean, we're here alone. I'm not going to try anything....I would never....but you invited me in. I'm a little confused.

I won't have sex with you. Right now the reason is I have a BF. If I didn't, I still wouldn't. You're sweet [Not that again!] and I couldn't do that to you.

Massively confused here, J. Why not?

You'd want to call me, start dating. You know, do the whole BF-GF thing. I'd have to break your heart.

So dating me would be that horrible? God forbid we be seen together in public. Thanks a lot!

Don't be an asshole, you know that's not what I mean. You're sweet [Again? Aaaugh!!], you'd fall in love.

No, I wouldn't, and I'd be willing to take that chance.

Yes, you would, and I won't do that to you.

OK, so I'm Mr. Sweet Guy. Too sweet to even try. At least you don't think I'm a fag....do you? [Sorry about the word choice, but I'm attempting to be period correct, and back when I was in HS gay wasn't a common term, queer and fag were used.]

Chris, you're definitely not queer.

Would you mind spreading that around school? Some of the guys think I am. And the way the girls treat me I sometimes fucking wonder.

Don't be crude. And I'm not going to imply that we've slept together, and you had better not.

Damn it, J, you know me better than that.

OK, my turn to be guilty, you wouldn't.

After some more silence.....

How about your friends? Any of them willing to date a "sweet" guy?

No. Before you ask (just as I was opening my mouth), for the same reasons we can't have sex. And some of them would take advantage of you.

That's the point.

Not like that (with another exasperated look). They'd lead you on, then dump you.

Oh great, a lose-lose situation for a loser.

You're not a loser, you're a sweet guy.

Can you call me nice? Sweet sucks.

No, it doesn't, and you're more than nice.

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And my sad little 'conversation' is over.

 

I have imaginary conversations all day every day. Most are sexual with the women I want to enjoy. Some are more along the lines of. " Why is this heat treated nickel alloy that needs 78 holes drilled in it landing in my lap?" My new foreman " need it now, we made the fixture for you on the 5 axis, here it is. " " okay dumbass if you had the fixture made why not just apply the material and have the cnc drill the holes seeing you have a program." " we didn't think about it, we need it now. " okay you fucking retard, that material is 1/4 inch and hard as HELL. The spindle on the cnc is more capable than my arm." Then he says " My Gawd you are right we will do it your way." Me " it's okay I know you have no real shop experience, a complete bafoon that got his job sucking off his boss. But hey, have a GREAT day and check with a machinist before you make anymore stupid decisions. "

 

@POPEYE

Thanks for posting.
Seriously. I appreciate it.

I was really hoping that this thread would take off.

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OK, let's include open letters; maybe that'll help.