Bsneed51, if your goal was indeed to be an ass, then I hope you feel you achieved that goal
I stand by my original post. I was venting, as I believe I mentioned in the title. I dont believe I was soliciting for comments, advice, or your 'knowledge'. I was simply venting.
Obviously, you're absolutely entitled to your opinion(s), plus you're welcome to air them, and you're welcome to create little cliques if it makes you feel good, but I came back from that evening feeling pretty down in the dumps. Now perhaps there were other reasons for that, and perhaps there werent, but I vented about what I wanted to vent about.
If the guy I met up with enjoyed the whole experience, then thats great. If he didnt, then I'd imagine that just like me, he's welcome to come here and vent too.
In addition, the fact that I smoke cigars and the fact that you smoke cigars dont make us 'brothers'. It simply means we share a pastime. It means no more than that.
To cover your 'take your own damn cigars' comment, I'll tell you the whole story. If you want to read it, fine. If not, fine. If you think I'm just bitching behind someone's back, fine.
The guy in question is an acquaintance of my brother (my real brother, the kind that was in the same womb as me, albeit 7 years after me). My brother introduced me and the guy in question (his name is Michael). I'd never actually met him in person, but we'd spoken online many times, and then we arranged to meet.
Michael told me that he had a big liking for Montecristo Toro Grande, and I told him I had a box which I'd bring with me. As it happens, I'd brought a box back with me from Florida, and I still had most of them left. He said that was great, and he asked me if I like Fuente Don Carlos Belicoso. I told him I'd never tried them, so he said "you're in for a treat". We arranged a date to meet, he said his wife would be working that night (she's a nurse), and that was that.
I went over to his place, box of Toro Grande and a bottle of Laphroaig in hand, I rang his doorbell, and there was nobody home. After a few attempts, I heard a voice shouting out "im around here". The voice was coming from behind his house, from his garden. I went around the back of his house, and saw him sitting at a table with the infamous bottle of diet coke and two glasses.
I shook his hand, told him it was nice to finally meet him, all the while my hands were turning blue from the extreme cold air that was blasting down from the Arctic that night.
We talked for a while, I offered him a Toro Grande and a glass of Laphroaig, which he gratefully accepted.
One glass of that booze went straight to his head, because within 5 minutes, he was telling me the following:
1. He doesnt have a wife. He thought it would sound 'better' if he said he had one. I have no idea what that was all about.
2. He thought he had a box of Belicoso in the house, but actually he made a mistake, and he didnt have any cigars at all, but if I'd drive him to the supermarket (drug stores here dont sell cigars, but supermarkets do), he'd buy some cigars. I told him it wasnt necessary, there were more than enough Monte's in the box. He said "no no, I insist, Tesco (the supermarket) is only 20 minutes away. Lets go and I'll buy some cigars.
After some insistence on his part, I drove him to the supermarket. Upon arrival, he said
3."I'm such an arse (the American equivalent of 'ass'), I forgot my wallet. Would you mind buying the cigars? I'll pay you back when we get back to the house.
Once again, I told him it REALLY wasnt necessary to buy cigars as there were several Monte's in the box, but he insisted I go into the supermarket (while he stayed in the car), and he 'instructed' me to buy these:
http://www.mysupermarket.co.uk/tesco-price-comparison/tobacconist/hamlet_fine_cigars_5.html
(sorry if that looks like a 'source' - it isnt one).
I went in, feeling a little confused, bought the 'cigars' he 'told' me to buy, took them out to him, and he said 'well done'. Not thanks, not 'I really appreciate it', just 'well done'. What, well done for being an easy touch?
We then went back to his house, he reminded me how 'late' it was (something like 10.30pm, I cant remember exactly), told me he had to be up early for work, and THEN he thanked me for the cigars he told me to buy, and pay for, and which - incidentally - he didnt even offer to me, not that I'd have wanted one.
I left feeling very down in the dumps, very confused, very weirded out - and those feelings were multiplied the next morning when I realised my iPod Touch (which is used to power the bluetooth stereo in my new car), had mysteriously vanished. I know it was there when I arrived at his house, because I'd been listening to music. I guess it must have decided to emigrate to Kansas City while I was in the supermarket buying his cigars for him. Obviously, Michael wouldnt have stolen it while he was sitting in the car waiting for me to buy his cigars for him.
I then came back home, poured myself a drink, and vented a little.
But only a little. Had I wanted to be a real ba5tard behind the guys back, I would have simply told the whole story, without being pushed into doing so by someone who felt the need to attack me, even though he doesnt know me, or the whole story.
As far as I'm concerned, there are no rules and regulations about herfs. As I've previously said, what matters is how a guy feels at the end of it, and I felt weirded out, lied to, used and - taking the iPod situation into account - robbed from.
Now as I said, you're welcome to your views, but just as you dont care about mine, I'm really not overly interested in yours either, not in this particular case.
I felt low enough to come back here and simply get something off my chest, which I did. Had I bitched about the guy to an extreme, had I named and shamed, had I painted myself as whiter-than-white, then fine, but all I did was to create a three-line post, simply for my own benefit, to blow off some steam. If your day is vacuous enough that you felt the need to be an ass once again, then great, go for it. But I wont be commenting on this again.
The day I attack you or one of your posts will be the day I next justify myself to you. However, you'll be waiting a very long time for me to attack you, because thats not my style. I'll always defend myself, but I'll never attack. I'll discuss, but I wont attack. I'll debate, but I'll never attack. I guess you operate differently, which is fine, but I wont be reading or commenting on too many of your posts.
