What's your worse hook-up experience? It's just not meant for me to do hook-ups.

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    Nov 16, 2009 7:01 AM GMT
    It's been a looooong time since I've had some. I'm definitely LTR oriented but come on, sometimes a man has needs that can go unfulfilled for only so long. So recently I tried to do a hook-up.

    I've had a few bad hookups in my day. How is it that people are not self-aware of bad breath!!?? Or how about a dirty smelly home!!!???icon_eek.gifQuestion

    A few years ago, I invite a guy over. In his online profile, he includes a pic of him with his dog. One of my friends indicated that him being a dog owner means he kisses his dog-don't engage. I should've heeded his advice.

    So he shows up and when he opens his mouth any and everything that could've been aroused went limp as a wet noodle. Halitosis is putting it mildly. I'm not sure if he got bad breath from kissing his dog, ate some of his dogs poop - yeah it was that bad - or for that matter whether his dog stopped kissing him because of it. It was so bad that I couldn't face him directly while we were conversing. Shortly thereafter he got the message to leave.

    Or there was the guy who obviously hadn't cleaned his place since forever. How do you invite someone over into such a set-up!!!!????icon_eek.gif Ewww!

    Hook-ups and I don't do well together which must explain why I've had sex less than 100 times - yes I keep count - in my 40 years on earth. It seems the universe is telling me to avoid them and focus more on what I want.
  • Celticmusl

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    Nov 16, 2009 4:21 PM GMT
    I don't like doing hook ups, because for me they all are usually bad. But when I was young and stupid back in college, I had the worst hook up of my life. I liked a guy(let's call him Jake) in another dorm. He was cute in a southern drawl way. His roommate tells me that "Jake" likes me and to come over.

    I just come over to chat and hang out. Well the roommate is outside and tells me Jake is still in the dorm room so I head up there. At this point Jake is totally toasted. We talk for awhile and then he starts coming after me physically. He is saying stuff like he "wants me so bad" etc. Although we "did stuff" it was more like "wrestle the drunk" night. And yeah, he needed a shower or bath or something...he wreaked of alcohol and sick.

    Actually I'm kind of glad it happened, very early on in my gay life I learned that I don't really like hook ups and I see no value in it.
  • wellwell

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    Nov 16, 2009 4:23 PM GMT
    ...Hey waitaminit, owning a dog means you make-out w/ the animal & that causes bad breath?

    on what planet does this hold universally true??
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    Nov 16, 2009 4:56 PM GMT
    wellwell said...Hey waitaminit, owning a dog means you make-out w/ the animal & that causes bad breath?

    on what planet does this hold universally true??


    Can't say it holds universally true but in this case it was my point of reference.

    In general, I find it a turn-off if a person kisses mouth to muzzel with their dog but then that is another forum topic..
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    Nov 16, 2009 5:53 PM GMT
    ssguy69 said
    wellwell said...Hey waitaminit, owning a dog means you make-out w/ the animal & that causes bad breath?
    on what planet does this hold universally true??

    Can't say it holds universally true but in this case it was my point of reference.
    In general, I find it a turn-off if a person kisses mouth to muzzel with their dog but then that is another forum topic..

    "BLECH!" I love my dogs but I would NEVER kiss them on the muzzle!!

    Bad hook-up story:
    It was about 15 years ago, I met this bartender at a slightly rough bar in the Mission in San Francisco, he was really hot, tattooed, super lean muscular body, black hair that hung lazily in his face, beautiful dark skin, fabulous smile, dark slightly sinister eyes... kinda brooding. YUM!
    He picked me up and we were going to get a drink and a bite. I didn't know he meant that in a literal way.
    We didn't even make it out of the car when we started making out, he was a fabulous kisser and was hot, hot, hot! A little on the forward side but I was ok with it because he was so yummy.... until he started biting me.
    Before I know it the passenger seat is pushed all the way back, he's between my legs and what started as a gentle nibble on my neck turned into my jeans around my knees, my shirt over my head, two of his fingers in me and him full on biting me leaving red and blue marks from my chest all the way down to my inner thighs. It was EXCRUCIATING but perplexedly hot!! I don't actually remember how I got out of the car or what I said, my head was literally spinning from the pain and at a certain point I knew I had to get the fuck out of there. He never broke the skin but really tore me up.
    In the week that followed I was MORTIFIED at the black and blue marks that totally covered my chest and inner thighs, freaked out by how much they hurt and horrified that they took so long to disappear.
  • HndsmKansan

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    Nov 16, 2009 6:00 PM GMT
    Well as a beagle owner who gets licked in the face, Halitosis isn't caused that way.... he probably had bad personal hygiene and never cleaned his mouth... good reason for not kissing him.

    I've heard more bad stories about hooking up than ever experienced them.
  • JP85257

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    Nov 16, 2009 6:07 PM GMT
    HndsmKansan saidWell as a beagle owner who gets licked in the face, Halitosis isn't caused that way.... he probably had bad personal hygiene and never cleaned his mouth... good reason for not kissing him.

    I've heard more bad stories about hooking up than ever experienced them.
    I love my Beagle mucho, but i dont even let him lick me. Its just plain gross to me.
  • CuriousJockAZ

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    Nov 16, 2009 6:33 PM GMT
    I wouldn't necessarily call it a hookup, but my friends and I jokingly refer to this guy as "The Date That Wouldn't Leave". It started out as a dinner & movie 1st date, which went well. Then we went back to my place, which went pretty good too because he ended up spending the night, though we both agreed that we wouldn't have sex. (in hindsight, I should've just put out and sent him home, but I digress...) The problems started after breakfast the next morning at which time I expected him to leave...but he didn't. I was hinting around that I had things to do because Sunday was sort of my chores and errands day but he wasn't getting it. I started doing laundry and stuff around the house thinking he would take the hint and leave but noooooo he was immersed watching a movie on the couch. I'm thinking to myself "What is this guy, homeless? A lesbian?? It was starting to get dark outside and I finally couldn't take it anymore when he suggested we order a pizza and I just blurted out "You need to go!". He's like "Have I worn out my welcome?" and I said "Put it this way...this date has lasted almost 24 hours now and I STILL don't even know your last name" The kicker, his last name, I kid you not, was "Klinger". That was the ultimate red flag and I sent him on his way. To this day, if I am in L.A. and out with friends and we see this guy one of my friends will say "Todd, there's 'The Klinger' aka 'The Date That Wouldn't Leave'...RUN".
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    Nov 16, 2009 6:39 PM GMT
    Back in my bar days, there was this guy Charlie, not the greatest looker and definitely shy and withdrawn.

    He was on a business trip to Philiadelphia. Did a hook-up with some guy at a bar there. Went back to his hotel room and the guy strangled him to death with the phone cord. ... icon_eek.gif
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    Nov 16, 2009 6:48 PM GMT
    Caslon12000 saidBack in my bar days, there was this guy Charlie, not the greatest looker and definitely shy and withdrawn.

    He was on a business trip to Philiadelphia. Did a hook-up with some guy at a bar there. Went back to his hotel room and the guy strangled him to death with the phone cord. ... icon_eek.gif


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  • tas_515

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    Nov 16, 2009 7:31 PM GMT
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  • wellwell

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    Nov 17, 2009 4:12 PM GMT
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  • wellwell

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    Nov 17, 2009 4:18 PM GMT
    Ok, Seriously,

    worst one was w/ a chick from Alameda Cali., knew her well; but we were not meant 2 b romantic, much. On that particular date, she got sick from over-work & ralphed in the trashcan @ the Oakland Paramount Theatre lobby.
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    Nov 17, 2009 4:47 PM GMT

    Hook-ups for me have been few and far between. They were never really my thing. I've learned that I much rather have sex with myself than with some guy with whom I have all but no connection. (Sometimes I envy guys who seem to enjoy casual, NSA hookups. But for me they don't spin my wheels.

    My last experience with a hook up was far and away the worst and has probably put me off them for life.

    I was bored and horny one night in August 08 and for the first time ever checked out Manhunt. I was amazed that within three minutes of putting up a profile I had three or four guys chatting - one of whom lived nearby and was really good looking. Within the hour I was on my way to meet this guy at his house. (Dumb move number one. Always meet in public.)

    The guy and the house looked pretty much as advertised so I went ahead, we sat out on his deck, had a couple of drinks. He smoked a bunch of weed. I think I took one puff (and, yes, I inhaled).

    The guy went on and on and on about what a great florist he is and how he loves owning his own business. And from the look of the house, the business might have been doing v well.

    Anyhow, we finally hit the sheets. The guy was the least inspiring sex partner ever. Yes, he was gorgeous and he knew it. On top of that, his "generous endowment" seemed to have more ornamental value than utility. I was reasonably confident that I was making a good faith effort to hold up my end of the pleasure conspiracy, but pretty boy more or less just lay there, limp and fussing with cock rings and lubes, viagra, etc. Eventually he got off and immediately left me to sort myself out. I was pissed so I jerked off on the idiot's pillow, got dressed and left.

    A few days later I got a phone call from him. He wanted some business advice. So I agreed to meet him for an "entirely chaste" pizza. After he apologized for the bad hook up, the guy basically lost his composure and told me that his florist business was failing and that if it did, he would lose a bunch of money invested by his family (and his partner, whom he had never mentioned). I listened to his story, agreed to look at the numbers and concluded pretty quickly that the business was too far gone to be saved. Yes, it had one Boston's best florist awards for two or three years, but it had been mis-managed into the grave.

    Later that week, I got a call on my cell from the same guy. He was obviously distressed and, as I soon learned was in Savannah, Georgia "on the run". He had told his partner about the business situation. His partner was furious and kicked him out of the house (which was the partner's). As he was packing his car, the hook up had helped himself to the partner's checkbook and forged a check for $3k. Evidently the partner found out about the check and had called in the local police.

    The hook up also told me he was being treated for depression and panic disorder. It took me no time to figure out that I wanted nothing to do with this character, but I felt some obligation to at least throw a drowning man a life vest. So I asked if he was suicidal, got him to promise to go to an ER if became suicidal; convinced him to call his shrink and get some meds called into a pharmacy in Savannah and I gave him the number of a local lawyer, whom I told to expect the call and was able to convince to give some free advice.

    After a couple of days of quiet, I got another cell call from the hook up. He was on his way back to turn himself into the police and needed a place to stay. He all but DEMANDED that I give him the keys to an empty investment property. At that point I pointed out that I had already done much more than I felt I really had to. I told the guy that he clearly needed help - much more help than I was able or willing to give - and I asked him not to call again.

    HIs number came up on caller ID a few times after that. I never took the call or listened to his vm's.

    Having written this I guess I see more than ever why I'm just not cut out for hook ups.

    So I showed you mine. Let's see yours.
  • Celticmusl

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    Nov 17, 2009 5:12 PM GMT
    Ok beagle, you win. That does sound like the worst hookup ever!

    Oh, btw....next time you are dating someone and they leave the room to clean up....don't automatically assume it is over. I can get off pretty quickly too and I am kind of a freak about the mess and cleaning up. But after that I am good for another couple of rounds. Guys that don't know me too well assume it's over and jack themselves off....I come back to another mess(that I clean up) and disappointment because I wanted to be part of the fun. I'm sure they think I'm just a selfish guy at that point and not realize I was just getting warmed up.
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    Nov 17, 2009 5:15 PM GMT
    I don't know, I barely end up hooking up even tough that might be my first thought....in real life it rarely happens. Usually if I find something about a guy that I might not like then I just turn the whole thing into a great friendship. However I remember this guy I hooked up with, he was cute and all but he had pretty bad back acnee and I couldn't help it, it was such a turn off and I tried to avoid to touch his back but a few times I forgot! Ew.
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    Nov 17, 2009 9:23 PM GMT
    One of my worst hook-up experiences was pre-hookup, when I was getting ready for it! I had arranged to meet this guy and was in the bath washing my face, but went at it a little too roughly - my finger slipped up my nose, cutting the inside of it with my nail.

    Well, the bath was pretty hot and suddenly blood was gushing out of my nose! I started to feel faint like I was gonna pass out so I grabbed some toilet paper to cram against my nose and sort of belly-flopped out the bath onto the mat so I didn't faint in the bath and drown.

    Later on I had to tell the guy to be careful with my face so I didn't start bleeding again!

    Other bad hook-ups are only standard things really like someone being messy 'down there' mid-coitus... not pleasant but to be expected, as someone once said, you can't play in the sandpit and not expect to get dirty! icon_lol.gif