Moderation Questions

Posted in OOT about it when it happened, I helped a girl on a train platform sometime in 2024. Crazy dude grabbed her in a bear hug and tried to throw her onto the tracks (with an incoming train).

I scared him off and waited with her for the cops, made sure she got home safely. Still feel really terrible for her to this day. It's only a wild story for me, but probably one of the scariest experiences of her life.

In college waiting on the 2nd floor for the classroom to open. California so it's outdoors. Heard some commotion at the end of the walkway/balcony whatever it's called. Made eye contact with a girl who was hysterically screaming for help, couldn't make out what was going on. Sprinted over there and her friend was hanging off the side of the building. Reached over the edge and grabbed her arms and pulled back over to the right side of the ledge. She went running away crying. I guess they were sitting on the ledge and she fell backwards and somehow stopped herself from falling?

Stopped my wife from drinking my tea when I was sick the other day. In fairness, I was pretty dang sick.

Everyone got sick anyway, but at least she didn't drink after me.

Yeah, I stopped my girlfriend from drinking my beer once. Saved her from a pretty dangerous situation there.

I once saved a woman from being hit on by Mongo. I can’t prove they had ever crossed paths but the odds are in my favor he woulda tried

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who's the most virtuous of us all?

Probably Billy, imagine how many people his advice has saved from falling off the edge of the Earth.

Immediately going to such a quip is more telling than you think.

You're a ridiculous person.

It's been suggested.

Although not exactly a tale of valor, I have a funny story about a friend who lived in West Philly during the late 1980s and early 1990s, which wasn't the safest time in the history of that neighborhood. He said that he was walking down the street with his girlfriend when someone rushed him from behind and knocked him to the ground. He immediately took off running. After running about half a block, he turned around in just enough time to see that his girlfriend had stood her ground and was successfully fighting off a guy who was trying to take her bag. He said it was one of the more emasculating episodes of his life.

I think you have to let her peg you after that.

that escalated quickly

Which in no way, shape or form negates the truth of whatthejish's statement.

in north africa if my gf ever strayed more than 20 feet from me in public she'd usually have guys just walk up to her and start touching her hair - sometimes touching elsewhere

South Africa is not great. I saw some interview of a couple street gangmembers from South Africa who were frequent gang rapists and they did not even understand the concept of caring about whether a woman would want to be raped. When they were asked about negative consequences of rape, they thought the interviewer was talking about STDs or going to jail.

cn, i don't think it's a male/female dynamic, it's a vulnerable vs powerful dynamic

when i was a child, there were numerous attempts at me from pedophiles

I lived on a house that had a long driveway the length of a football field+ that was isolated up on a hill - twice i was staked out by pedophiles who pulled up the driveway after i got dropped off by the schoolbus and walked up to the house to ask me if i've seen their puppy

when i was working my first job when i was 14, i was making about $6 an hour washing dishes, one of the guys washed dishes part time, he said he did it because he liked doing it during the racing offseason and that he owned a go kart racing team and they needed new people this season and I could work for him for $25 an hour

so he's like "come on up, see the facility, join the team, i'll pick you up and drive you there" - so this happens, but we get up there and he says "let's first play some mini golf" and i'm thinking ok that's weird and he says "the facility isn't even open now anyway" so i figured we needed to kill an hour so we play a very awkward game of mini golf - this man is at least in his 40s, maybe 50s

we then go to the facility but he doesn't even pull into the parking lot, just points to a building and keeps driving, says it's closed today - to which now I'm like "um... what? what was the point of all this if we're not going to the facility to do work" and he says "well there's a lot of secrets involved in racing, so you need to have people onboard that you trust won't give them away" so now it's really like panic mode, i'm freaking out a little, i'm about a half an hour from my house, before cell phones, and i require this man to drive me home - i begin silently analyzing everything - if he attacks now where do i run, what weapons can i grab, etc etc

but... nothing has happened, there's nothing to act upon. if i start screaming to a cop right now there's nothing going on so it's weird

i ask to go home, he says sure but let's get lunch first, he takes me to subway, says we'll eat on the road but then pulls into his house and says we'll eat there instead - i don't recall the exact details but i made it pretty clear there was no need for that but then begrudgingly came up there, the entire time in a half panic making sure he was never standing between the exit and i and constantly analyzing what around the house i could use as a weapon

don't recall the details, but it was tense and awkward and after about 3-5 minutes of me not eating my sandwich he realizes this isn't something i'm going to engage in willingly and he says "alright let's get you home"

we drive back, i'm dropped off at my house, my parents, who were super sketched out by this guy in the first place ask me what happened and i immediately say "he was weird, didn't even show me the place, said it was closed and instead took me mini golfing and tried to have lunch at his house" so we agreed i wasn't going to go anywhere with him again - but i was still going to see this guy at work a bunch - he asked to have a meeting - and the entire time he was like "hey, remember how i said we keep a lot of secrets in racing, well, we're going to need people we can trust who won't talk about work, can I trust you?" just that over and over again and of course i picked up on exactly the kind of grooming that was going on and was like "oh there's no need for secrets in go kart racing" etc

he then proposed i do work for him remotely, where he would give me a bunch of envelopes to stuff, something i could do at home then give them to him at work for payment - i did that and the letters were so dumb, it was a fundraising letter but didn't include any details, so if you received this, you knew someone wanted some money but not who or why - it was very clear at this point that there was no go kart racing at all

he quit his job shortly thereafter and never paid me for the envelopes

many years later, i was 17 years old at my boarding school, the school year was over and all the alumni were over for alumni weekend, i was working as a reunion ranger, who was a current student who stayed around to help out with the reunion stuff

i was running an open bar with other adult staff, as normally happens, a bunch of alum talk to you, wanting to know about current student life and reminisce about their time there 20 years ago and when the bar was over, the adults in charge foolishly asked to cleanup one of the open bars by myself so once they bounced i immediately began taking all the undrunk alcohol, stashing it to the side for me to pickup later and then cleaning up everything else

one alumni kinda lingered around by himself, we'd spoken earlier, he showed me pictures of his wife and young children

he pointed out that he saw what i was doing and remembered when he was like that himself, and he offered to help me stash it, i could put it in his car and then we'd drive to a place where i could hide it - i accept his offer and we do that, nothing weird happens - then go back to work

later that night the other students and i are now partying with the alums at one of the late night gatherings, we just finished smoking a joint and i see that guy approach us and he asks to talk to me privately - i'm thinking that he's going to tell me about the evils of drugs - and mind you, this is like maybe the 5th time i've been stoned my entire life, so max paranoia going on

he gets me to walk away from the group into where the woods begin and then very obviously is stumbling for words and unable to say what he wants to say - until he finally bursts out that he wants nothing more in life than to blow me, in which case i'm kind of petrified with fear and just politely say no thanks

but on my bike ride home that night i was terrified that he was following me and then as i tried to sleep stoned and drunk in my bed, i kept having horrific visions that he was going to do terrible things like driving his car through my bedroom wall in order to get me

One time I was invited to a Christmas party in this really plush skyscraper called the Nakatomi Plaza, only for it to be invaded by Eurotrash terrorists led by a really suave German. Anyway I managed to evade capture by crawling barefoot through some vents and killed the terrorists one by one, preceding each kill with cool one liners. I then robbed their detonators, causing the Eurotrash leader to freak out and snarl "Ver are my detonators?!". I ended up saving the day and throwing the suave German ringleader out the top window and he actually fell in slow motion. All the female party goers (each and every one of them hot, except for one fatty) were so grateful, they offered to have sex with me. Naturally I accepted, except for the fatty. It was bitchin'.

However, on leaving the Nakatomi plaza while listening to the Christmas song "Let it snow", with my harem of (totally hot) female ex hostages, we were all kidnapped by Luckbox, who was still stewing over me disrespecting his mangey, flea ridden mutt. He then threw us all in a weird ass pit in his creepy serial killer style lair, and kept insisting that the hot females rub lotion on their skin and do this whenever they were told or else they'd get the hose again.
However, I artfully managed to entice Lucky's dumb mutt into the pit, which caused him to have a total wussy meltdown like a little bitch, and he started crying to his dog "Precious darling heart are you aall riiight?" and then I laughed at him for naming his mutt Precious.
Then the FBI came and shot him in the dick. It was bitchin'.
And the hot females were so grateful that they offered me sex again right there in that pit. And they weren't even on paint fumes either. I then picked up the hottest ex hostage and blew up lucky's house and we both walked away in slow mo.

There is always a certain amount of squeaking in basketball but these glass courts have made the big 12 tournament unwatchable. Wtf were they thinking?

Why reward his behavior?

I never discussed this particular thing with him in enough detail to know whether he would view it as a reward, a punishment, or a rewarding punishment.

Yeah, whether it's bait to prove a point or looking for ideas for chat it really doesn't matter. We are here to try to entertain ourselves.

...That's pretty messed up.

That's sick. Glad you sniffed it out. Unfortunately the next one or the one after that didn't. In an ironic way, the law enables that. Meaning that while you couldn't legally prove it, you provided ample evidence to "get a rope."

Damn I didn't have any pedos after me.