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Do I have to type it in bold, to show just how damn bold I was? Because I will if you want me to.

Nobody is going to post until you man up, Rowles.

Ooh, I like this one!

Okay, back in my very first week of university, I started hanging around with this cute geeky dude I had known from high school. We were sort of buddies, had hung out in the same (marginally) social group. He was the only person that I knew in my dorm, and being a fairly shy gal, I kind of clung to him a bit.

(I should mention at this point that I didn't date in high school. Like, at all. I grew up in a very small town and was branded as the shy nerdy girl with the scary Catholic mom--didn't stand a chance socially, really.)

Well, one evening, we sat in his room chatting 'til pretty late. He started to yawn, I started to yawn. I told him he was welcome to go to bed, but I didn't feel like moving from my position, lying on top of his covers. He was...surprisingly okay with that! So, we laid in bed together, chatting 'til the wee hours...I think at one point, I got under the covers (clothed) as well.

That was almost 13 years ago. That cute geeky dude is sitting at the other end of the couch right now. My bold (for me) move paid off well, I think.

Also, that's precious, meaux

Much like Jay, I'm not so bold, but I've had bold put upon me. In high school choir (of course), I was serenaded by a boy dressed in suspenders and a newsboy cap singing "Night and Day" on Valentine's day. It was totally embarrassing, but luckily I actually liked the guy, otherwise that would have been all kinds of awkward.

My boldest move is also my most frequently used: "You're cute. Wanna make out?" That's right, romance is alive and kickin' in the under-30 set.

completely hammered on my 27th birthday and wearing this read shirt that was the texture of a stuffed animal (it looked better than it sounds). so I kept telling people I was the fuzzy goddess of love and later that night -- I was :)

good times!

This is a bad one. Possibly even more morbid than my budgie freezing to death.

Frosh week. I'm dancing with this guy at probably the most expensive club in Montreal. I'm determined to hook up that night. So, I take his hand and lay it across my breast. He isn't doing his job properly, so I help him out, i.e. I cover his hand with my own and demonstrate how to properly knead a girl's breast. Horrifyingly enough, we didn't end up hooking up. Good thing I have no shame.

(Top that, bitch.)

I had just gotten out of a “whatever” with this dude and was pretty upset that I wouldn’t have anyone to fool around with. So my best friend and I go down to the docks one night to go skinny dipping, drink whiskey and listen to old big-band music. I was already pretty drunk (I slightly started kissing the door to the ice cream holders at the grocery store and told the clerk that I was very, very drunk while my friend went to go find the cheapest cork screw she could). Anywho, we go down to the dock get in naked and then a truck full of guys show up to go drunken boat riding-small town. Moral of the story I made out with a weird guy who gave me a hickey and had to act ashamed the next morning with my parents! I love the expected idiot-ocracy of teenage years.

I didn't know how to make first moves. And as these things go in our society, being female, I really didn't have to.

All my way of saying I'm not sure I was ever bold. However, the night I met my husband, we talked for six hours. Danced for a few more hours. Then had our first kiss, which was, I kid you not, perfect. It actually made me dizzy and I wasn't drinking that night. When he pulled away, my eyes were still closed and my head was still cocked to the side and I was too smitten to even be embarrassed. I heard myself whisper "would you do that again?" and then I really was embarrassed. But before I had the chance to act on it and slink away, he grabbed me old-movie style--I went limp--and showed me that the first kiss was just him warming up. I felt the second one in my toes.

I married him exactly 17 months later. And I'm still in love.

That was a much better story than the one you told last night, Snuggiepants.

Oh my GOD Snath, I just read your story. She might as well have held up a sign that read "excuse me but please fuck me now."

My dad is friends with this guy who is much younger than he (my dad) is and much older than I am, and also he (the friend) is EXTREMELY good-looking. Right after I turned 21, Dude and I ran into each other at a bar. We hung out and proceeded to get liquored up real good, and when he walked me outside to wait for my cab, I grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him. We made out on the street until the cab came, and then I yanked him in there after me. We went to his house and had a whole bunch of sex. Then a couple of months later I danced with him at his wedding.

My dad must never know of this- but there's my biggest, boldest move and probably the one that makes me proudest.

I once invited a guy upstairs at a party in my house by mocking his shoes and telling him I could find cooler-looking ones for him to wear in my room. I'm not sure if that was a bold move or just a really, really bad pick-up line, but either way, it worked, so woo!

Back in college I was abroad in Vietnam. I had had several drinks, each of which came with 4 straws. I had just spectacularly lost a game of pool to a man with one arm. Back at the hotel I stumbled across a Big Muscular and Objectively Hot Man who was pounding on the concierge's desk. He'd lost his keys. He'd also gone to the same college as I did and he was Super Popular Dude. I'd never slept with such a specimen and had the good fortune to be wearing my "Ithaca is Gorges" t-shirt (shhh it was a long time ago). I used it to get into his room after he got a poor woman to find his keys. We tried to have sex, but it didn't fit and we were too sloppy drunk to keep trying. I snuck out in the morning before he woke up. My only regret is that I didn't go through his wallet before leaving. I can't regret the t-shirt--it's worked much better on other occasions...

Aw, you know they're full of bluster and blarney, Cindy.

So I'm 16 years old at a dance club called Ziggy's. A handful of friends from my school began hanging out there so I began to have a crowd. And as usual in a crowd of guys you begin to spot girls. On this night we zeroed in on one particularly attractive girl and...well I had this line I stole from a comedian. Probably Carlin. Combine that with my natural proclivity to take a dare and my friends promising to buy me Cokes all night, we have the following exchange between me and Honey DuJour:

ME: Hi!
HER: (unimpressed) Hi.
ME: How's it goin'?
HER: (still unimpressed) Fine.
ME: Wanna dance?
HER: (very unimpressed) No.
ME: Hmm. Guess a blowjob's out of the question, huh?
HER: (slaps me with a sting I can still feel more than 20 years later)

Didn't matter...I felt no pain. I was too busy focusing on my friends falling all over themselves with laughter, and the promise of free Cokes for the night.

Nerds rejoice. Aw yeah.

It was 11th grade. We all went out to a bar for the first time in our lives (Honduras doesn't have a drinking age and we all lied our way in) and oh it was so daring. A friend of mine brought along a friend of his. He was very cute. But he knew no one, so he sat by himself as everyone went off to dance. Not being much of a dancer myself I stayed behind with a couple of other people and drank. The alcohol allowed me to drop my painful shyness that would never allow me to talk to guys. So I pulled this smooth move:

Me *sidling over to guy's side of the table*: Hey, David [our mutual friend] didn't introduce us. I'm Figgy!
Him [glowing smile]: Hi, I'm Marlon!
Me [all cheery and amazed that he was actually talking back to me]: So how do you know David?
Him: Blah blah blah
Me: ooh! blah blah! So...
Him: so, wanna go dance?

And we danced. Then I got thirsty and went to get a drink and when I went back he was dancing with someone else and I felt like a chump. So I drank some more and never ever asked another guy to dance again.

I was 16, man. That bastard. And yeah, that's what I call "bold". Scariest thing I ever did and I never did it again. There's a reason why girls don't do that.

Boldest inuendo?

Your use of HTML is really fucking cringe inducing here, Dustin.

George is gettin upset!!

I was on a tram and overheard a group of girls talking about an episode of Family Guy. One of them (the Super-Cute One) couldn't remember a certain quote she liked, but I did, so I just yelled it across the tram. She laughed, I had her attention, and we talked in between the next few stops.

Soon she got off with her friends, and I had to stay on to get where I was going. As the doors closed I ran across the tram and leapt through them, managing to land on the footpath (sidewalk) without taking too much of a tumble.

I stopped in front of the girls, told the Super Cute One that I would walk the rest of the way but before I did that I would need her number.

We caught up a few days later and made out in the cinema during Batman Begins.

Fun!

That damn Lloyd Dobler. Fuckin things up for the rest of us for twenty years!

Nicely done, Daniel.

Jay, I just know you'll find your inner Lloyd when the right girl snags your eye. You'd better!

Well, again, I respond, and then I'm okay. The second instance happened recently actually.

Therrrrrre's.........a girl.

Shouldn't Skitz have a good story for us?

What is this, go to bed early Thursday?

So dish on the chick. Has there been a "date"?

I have no shame. Or boundaries. I grab stranger's asses, and sometimes their packages, although most of the time it's just for fun. I tugged down a guy's boxers outside a bar last Friday (he had a girlfriend). The most embarrassing story that I can't believe actually worked was months ago, around 2 in the morning (the time probably had something to do with its success). I was leading a group of new friends to another bar when I saw a tall, hipster-cute boy standing outside, kind of looking in. I jokingly asked if he was trying to see if there were any girls inside, and he said yeah, basically, but there weren't. I said that was a bummer, then invited him to join our group, since we had a few single females. Then I looked back, realized they were either old or not single, then turned back, pointed both thumbs at myself, and said in a weirdly high-pitched voice, "Including meeeee!"

After a couple hours of him telling me how much he wanted to go down on me, he received the first ever SaBrina BJ Special.

Is this your Disney trip girl?

Woohoo!

Oh! Actually, no. That's my loooong story/best friend that I went traveling with in February.

Aw boo, I was rooting for her. I love those best friend turns into romance stories.

Looking back, I have a few good ones. I'll save my best for a post right after this. But this is a fun one.
I was hanging out with a girl in her dorm room. It had all the typical crappy furniture. She was sitting on her bed and talking about how bad it was. So I go "Yeah, mine is so loud and creaky. You should check it out some time *WINK*". And I like to think this led to our eventual making out and a little more.

Oh, it's okay, we've been through it all already. There's no disappointment now.

Spit what out? Hee hee hee.

Old long-distance friend and I became closer, and she finally had to say something, given my natural inertness and doubt and low self-opinion and blah blah blah. We'll see what happens. I've been working on getting my scrambled head together though. And very scrambled it has been.

Oh, Optimus. That's not bold. That's a line used on a girl who was already talking about her bed with you in her room.

Seriously. Good luck with it, Jay.

That's the thing. I've flaked out before in a cloud of neuroses (and more than once). I said HOLD UP! I gotta go about this differently, starting with telling you all about what a jumble I am, as I work on sorting myself out for the benefit of you, me...and, hell, the whole world. And a bit like Marion Ravenwood, she's my goddamn partner.

The now husband and I met at a club when I was 21. We danced all night, but he wasn't trying to kiss me. So I licked his face. It worked and he finally kissed me. I'm a freak.

About a week later, we had our first real date. We went out to dinner and then dancing. He drove me back to my house after we closed down the club. I started getting undressed in the entryway while talking to him about whether he should drive the hour home or just crash at my place. Needless to say, he crashed at my place and we both got lucky. Nine years later and we're still together.

OK, that does not sounds like a compliment, Jay.

Wait, who doesn't sound like a compliment? I've got a very supportive friend here, helping me not to be a fool.

jay, please relax around her! don't push this one away too!

gp, I am doin muh best. She's got too much equity to waste on a freakout.

Awww, you're the one that got away.

I guess the craziest thing I've done was to get naked in a hottub with another guy while two others were in the hot tub and proceed to fondle each other across the hot tub with feet.

Needless to say, it progressed further from there. :-D

Oh! Well I was just answering your reference question, like ya do. The dictionary makes no gender distinctions, and there was no judgment implied or stated.

She's not here now. She was recently.

So you're taken now SaBrina?

And who knew face licking was a turn on?

That's so cool Optimus.

Who's going to move Jay?

This was just well planned to help get me a girlfriend back in high school. It didn't necessarily get me laid. Unless you count 3 months later as this working... At any rate; story:

So, I was doing lighting work at my high school theater. I was focusing lights, and communicating by headset with my assistant at the control board. My assistant happened to be the best friend of the object of my affection, and she was there hanging out while we worked. My assistant would turn her mic on only to talk to me, so I didn't hear most of what they talked about. But at one point she (I think accidentally) left her mic on and I overheard their conversation. Seems my assistant had received flowers at school that day. Her birthday or something. So the girl I was interested in starts talking about how she had never received flowers. Ever. Not even on her birthday. I never let on that I heard their conversation. The next day I sent her a dozen roses. After that I was in like Flynn.

And who knew face licking was a turn on?

I'm pleading drunk on that one. I thought to myself, "I'll lick his face and then he'll totally wanna kiss me! WOOOOO, RUMANDCOKE!!!!" I've never licked a face since.

Taken? Nah. We have our second date Monday, and he did ask me today if we're "involved," but I'm still a free agent. Way too flaky for commitment. Kind of scared by how much he likes me.

I'm not sure if face-licking really is such a turn on. It might be too much for me.
I once had a girl tell me when we were both drunk that she'd do anything for a foot rub. Needless to say, I turned her down. I really did not have the affection towards her that something like that would require. Feet are gross.

Kind of scared by how much he likes me.

Yeah, I can't relate to that AT ALL. Nope!

Well the tops of feet can be okay. But they're iffy in general, yes.

Yep.

Well, I took off "single" on my Facebook profile. "Oh, are you daring me?" "I'm telling you".
That's precisely the way to go. It says volumes.
And a Creed commercial just came on. They're selling "fan packages". This amuses me. (Not just the word package! Also the idea that Creed has such die-hard fans)

Engh. Too many comments. That yep was in response to 12:19 AM Cindy.

Hah, yeah, I'm being slow tonight. And thanks! I'm not placing too much importance on it, since there are still a few other guys whose asses I need to grab, but hey, real dates. Fun.

Gee whiz. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I have had to ask out every single guy I have ever been with. I'm like, waving flags and jumping up and down, and aiming the finger guns like, 'I got'chu, right? You got my number? Let me check...okay...use it, yeah?'

I do not know why. I'm not chopped liver here, I'm just fine. Maybe it has to do with my glowing personality...and the fact that I tend to do my eyebrows a bit chola...or maybe the lack of a big rack. Trust me, those win many a sweepstake over having a classic profile.

But I guess there was one guy who got me - he basically pestered me until I gave in...he followed me through an endless rave night (don't now how he tracked me the whole time) and even followed me home. I didn't find him creepy really, he was just this little guy who kept saying, 'I'll never forgive myself if I give up on having you! I WON'T give up my hopes!' Haha, I gave him a friendly hum and sent him on his way, with my hands literally on my hips, shaking my head, grinning. Too funny!

Well what are you waiting for? Shake it on over here!

Now bend over.

Just before graduation at my college there is the Senior "Last Chance Dance." Since this was my last chance with my crush before he headed to the Peace Corps, I went for it. After we danced dirtier than we ever had in ballroom club, I asked him if he wanted to know a secret. I whispered in his ear "I think you are very cute and charming. And I've been dying to kiss you all year."
It worked :-) I only wish I had tried it sooner when we still had months on the same continent.

Oh shit. The floodgates are open. Jay Comes Alive!

Weeeell, I gotta work in the morning. Gotta leave 'em wanting more!

Jay's ass: the one that got away.

Or, I guess, the two that got away, if you want to think of it like that.

Shut yo mouth!
Just talkin' 'bout Jay.
I can dig it!

Well, I'm a pretty girl with an awesome rack, so I don't usually have to be bold. Which is not to say that I don't have moves, but they're pretty subtle and usually involve displaying my cleavage to best advantage.

But still, I have on occasion stepped up to the plate. Once, I was at a small party at a friend's house and a super yummy guy showed up. He kept checking me out and I was a little too drunk for subtle, so I went over and sat on his lap and said, "So, I noticed you keep checking out my boobs. They're awesome, right?" He said yes, we made out on the couch for a little bit and then went and had sex in the bathroom. HOT.

Oh man how could I not mention the story of my fiance and I? Sheesh.

OK so, we first met online in a chat room. For Lord of the Rings. Geektastic. So we talked for about 3 years, and we finally decided to meet on a group meetup in San Francisco. Unfortunately I couldn't get my visa for that one, so we decided to meet in New York City.

I went and stayed with a friend, not telling her that I was there to meet Mr Fig. So on a friday when my friend was working, I go to meet him on Wall Street where another friend of ours worked (that he was staying with). We met in front of the building and it was...well it was awesome. We spent the next two days going crazy about each other, until we kissed on New Year's Eve for the first time.

The next day I had to leave. That was a HUGE leap for me. Not knowing how it would turn out. Would he not like me, would he be disappointed, etc.

Three months later I went to visit him in Dallas. Where he lives alone. It could've been a disaster, but I took the chance and it was perfect. I met his family and I loved them. Two months later I visited him again and he proposed.

So, you know. Meeting online folks isn't always a bad thing.

When you’re a nerd teen with borderline Aspergers, every move is a bold, nightmarish flirt with social hell. But this is not about that unholy mess. This is a story of the chance that never was.

I once had the grave misfortune of falling head over heels for a married mother of two. The misfortune was compounded into sweet torture by the fact it was a workplace crush, and many of our co-workers knew her husband socially (it also meant that avoidance wasn’t an option). But what pushed the torture into the seventh level of hell in that I think it was mutual.

I say think, because it took every imaginable mental distraction to avoid the subject. “How are you?” “Great!? You?” “Triffic” “And your family?” “Great!”, “Awesome!” etc. But it never lasted. Conversation would inevitably stray from forced niceties, to work, to play, to the meaning of life the universe and everything while the hours flew past unnoticed. I’m not exactly a conversationalist- a happy hermit by nature, I like people well enough without really needing to have them around- and yet we would somehow “catch each other” at virtually every opportunity.

As weeks turned into months, it didn’t get easier and I eventually concluded that the only way to control the situation was to quit and move on- except that she beat me to it. And how.

The same week I made my decision, she announced that hubby was relocating for work to a city some 1500+ km away. She had resisted the move for some months- her family were local by several generations- but her husband wanted to move back home so eventually she caved. Publicly I took the news like a brave little soldier, but privately it fucked me up like you wouldn’t believe. The heartbreak was so incongruous, so wrong and there was absolutely no-one I could dump it on.

We met for lunch several times in the months before she finally left- consoling her about the move and doing my best through gritted teeth to be upbeat and optimistic about her chance of settling and getting established. The temptation to blurt out how I honestly felt was always there, but it didn’t seem right to make a difficult transition even harder*. Since I saw her last- a rueful farewell some years ago now- her signal and the bittersweet confusion it carried has grown more distant and faint. Thank god…dammit.

*This is why the end of the Brit Office, series 2, where Tim finally begs Dawn not to go kills me every time.

This may not sound bold, but it was considering I am pretty awkward when it comes to flirting/boldness/etc...

I worked in a bar with a guy that I really fancied but he had a girlfriend. We flirted a lot but nothing ever happened (and I think if it had, I would have been disappointed in him). He kept banging on about not being happy in the relationship and I kept falling for him more and more (he looks like a naughty farm hand with a body made for sex). After several months of lusting, I gave myself two choices - either I was going to proposition him in the beer cellar one night during a lock in when I would be nice and smashed or try something else.

Something else turned out to be asking him round to watch an episode of 'The Man from U.N.C.L.E' after he walked me home from work one night. We sat there together, nothing happened, he went home. I felt like a total tit.

3 days later, he rang me. He'd broken up with his girlfriend and did I want to meet up?

That was nearly 3 years ago. We got together, moved in together last year, and I broke up with him 2 weeks ago. Now THAT was the boldest (and best) thing I could have done...

It's like de-lurking week for me on Pajiba; first the Bangable Celebrities vote and now this.

The boldest thing I've done would have be during my first ever semester of university. I was completely in love with this guy in my German class -- tall, on the lanky side, brown hair, clear blue eyes, fantastically intelligent, polite, smiled a lot. And so, being an eighteen year old who had just spent 6 years at an all girls school, I wasn't able to just strike up a conversation.

So one day when I was lying on my uni's lawns, I see him walk past. So what do I do? I got up, RAN the 20 metre diagonal of the lawn PAST him and then to the nearby cafe where I pretended I was "meeting" one of my friends who had mysteriously bailed on me. And then I timed it before turning around and saying, "Oooh, hey Mr Ex-CamillaV! What are YOU doing here?" before starting a conversation.

The worst part of it (aside from my friends finding some malicious joy in constantly reminding me of this incident) was that I think he saw me running across and probably knew that I had faked it all to somewhat hit on him for 10 minutes. I don't like him anymore, but that's probably been the boldest thing I've done.

Or the most pathetic. Hrm. Yeah, I'm going to go back to lurking now.

Deistbrawler S'alright, I found Mr. Snuggiepants who is only/exclusively/absolutely attracted to brunettes, period. He finds blondes very unattractive, no matter what they look like, but brunettes have apparently driven him crazy since he was a wee man child. Wonder Woman, Jane Seymour, just name any 70s or 80s icon with long dark hair and I guarantee you he was in love with her. Just gotta find the person who appreciates your natural beauty, I guess!

well i don't get drunk or high so i do my relationships sober.
so far i ahve gotten sex with an angel of God, a lap dance from a black stirpper and now i have a true girlfriend. so far we have both declared our undying love for each other the boldest move of all would be to spray paint you lover's name on an overpass like the rednecks do.

Hmm, there was that time, during laser tag (shut up, it was 2001) when I shoved one of my guys friends up against a wall and kissed him. That was fun.

OH, this one may be my favorite, even though it has a bit of bitch in it. I knew a guy in high school who was really tall, very muscular, and overall a pretty nice guy. A bit dumb, and couldnt dress himself, but no one's perfect. He asked me on a date, and I thought about it and replyed, "We can go on a date, if you let me dye your hair." I know, a smidge bitchy, but it was that AWFUL 90's style of bleach blond on top, but dark on the bottom. Bowl cuts are tragic, people. So he laughed, and said, "Only if I can dye yours."
Long story short, the next day I had a small hickey and hair that was somehow a combo of brown and purple. Bad hair, good story.

Okay, I'm not typically a bold person. I usually veil my flirting in sarcasm or end of bold statement with a "just kidding!", when my eyes totally say "no, I'm not, please see that!"

So I'm in marching band, practicing for the new halftime show. The new freshman quad player is positioned right in front of me and I decide he's pretty cute. So I begin play fighting with my section mate next to me to get his attention. He turns around a few times, but I'm not getting the response i want out of him. I decide to go all out. I decide to "accidently" fling my music folder (no, I don't know how you accidently throw something either, but I was getting desperate) and 'accidently" hit him in the head with it. Flirting ensued!

And went no where. But the call was in his court, so after a football game one night, he decides to use the pick-up line that he uses on every woman he meets, regardless of its 0% success rate. He comes up to me, put his arm around me and says, "I have a condom, want to go have sex?" I say "yes". He panics.

Cut to a few months later, at the school's Valentine's Day dance. He went with someone else, I went with someone else. I asked him for a slow dance, batted my pretty eyes and finally for a kiss. We made out for the rest of the night. We were the talk of the dance. And boy, was his date pissed!

Hmm.. I have never been too bold. The thought of being turned down was way too scary. I do have this nugget.

I met my now husband (Mr. Gib) at a party one night, I was on a date and he was with his live in girlfriend. His girlfriend was a bitch and left early and my date basically ditched me at the door (I knew no one at the party) to go socialize. So Mr. Gib and I and a few others hung out most of the night playing dominos.

Cut to 4 months later, my best friend and I were at a bar. I kept making eye contact with this guy who looked familiar. My friend noticed that we were basically staring at each other all night. He got up to go somewhere and I, in a panic thinking he was leaving, sent my friend to go get him. What a chickenshit.

It ended up that she hit on him for me at the bar (which is where he went to get a drink) and brought him back to our table. We started talking that night and hung out after the bar closed until about 4AM. At that point, after many beers, I finally looked at him and said this "I literally cannot drink anymore and I have got to go to bed. So, can you please ask me for my number before I fall out of my chair?" He looked flustered and told me that he had been trying to get the courage all night to ask for my number and that he had thought of me a lot since he met me at that party. He hadn't known how to find me after he broke up with his girlfriend.

So, I gave him my number and went and passed out. He waited the requisite 3 days (come on guys.. why do you do that?)to call and we went on our first date the next week. We made out and I let him see the boobies (because you have to show the goods in order to get them to come back for more). We have been together almost 8 years now and have been married for 5 this August. Best and boldest move I have ever made.

As a college Freshman, one of the first parties I was ever invited to by a friend was some thing with a bunch of international students. Went to the party, got drunk enough to be unable to read while being bolder than usual. Was hanging out mostly with German engineers and physicists (I have a thing for cute guys with big brains, can't help it). Ended up flirting with a 32 year old PhD student toward the end of the evening, and shocked the hell out of him by kissing him and suggesting he take me home (pretty sure he had never been hit on by an 19 year old before). He confessed that he had some "fetishes" and my response was, "well, I've haven't ever tried it, I'm sure I've at least read about it"(I was a psych major.) Took him home (his home, I lived in a dorm), tied him up and treated him badly, which made him very happy. We never had a "relationship" really, but we played together periodically and remained friends for quite a while after both of us moved on to other people.

My boldest move? I kissed him. Things went from there. The boldest move done on me? I was wasted at a party, walking back from the bathroom and this dude that I'd been hanging out with as friends shoves his tongue down my throat. Horrified, I pulled back, "But you told me you were gay!" and ran out with my friends in tow.

This is so high school BUT..

At a concert with a girlfriend, we met up with a guy she knew from another high school. Sparks flew, instant attraction for both of us, but I was 17 and had NO game (still really don't) so it was definitely going to be up to him to make a move. I got gum out of my bag, stuck a piece halfway in my mouth, and offered the pack to him. He countered by leaning over, biting off the half of the gum hanging out and gave me a sweet quick kiss.

We dated for three years.

figgy, I met my husband in a chat room too, we'll be married 3 years next month. Coincidentally, he was also my boldest move...asking him out was bold for me, ESPECIALLY because he was a pornographer and I was a repressed Christian mother of two. Impulse and instinct work sometimes.

Once in N.Y. this crazy Israeli girl came up to me at like 5 am after this wicked party that was clearing out, as I was walking around looking for my shirt. She asked me if I could call her phone because she lost it. I did, and 'surprise' it was in her purse all along. Somehow I doubted that was her 'boldest' move.

Long story short, I take her out a week later, and we stop by a birthday party a girl was a friend of mine was having. My 'date' started hitting on my friend, both so smashed they could barely stand, and we end up taking a cab out. No, my boldest move was not to take both home.

A week later, I'm out with my friend who had the birthday, and we had been drinking a lot, so we go outside for a smoke, and she asks, somewhat flirtily, what happened to the Israeli girl. In my boldest move I turn to her and said,

"It just didn't work out, the only thing we had in common was we both liked you."

BOOM, awesome line... so I thought. Move in for kiss, denied. I think she was more interested in the girl.

End of story.

"1) While dressed up as GOB Bluth for halloween in college, I consumated a hook-up while staying entirely in character. While doing a terrible magic trick to the final countdown (I had a portable tape recorder that played it on command), I asked the cute girl to be my assistant. After I gave her a 2 dollar bouquet of plastic flowers I had purchased at goodwill she came home with me. When I wanted the delicate young lady to remove my trousers, i gestured, and shouted "Come On." Best bj ever. My only regret was that I couldn't dump her in the water off my yacht the next morning."

Luker, you WIN. At EVERYTHING.

"So are we going to fuck or am I going home by myself," usually gets the ball rolling. When you gots tits, not too much preamble is needed.

Met him in the Big Easy. (He was both.) Pulled him, random adorable stranger, onto the dance floor with me, asked for his number, and then dragged him bar hopping with me and all my friends for the remainder of the night. The only signal he gave me was his quiet, smiling acquiescence.

I feel sometimes that I am more affected by the guy's embarrassment than my own, so I'll make the first move just so cutie shooting glances at me from the bar stops taking those deep breaths and muttering "Why am I such an idiot? Just go over there!" to themselves.

I get pretty bold.

I have two stories that are strangely opposite. The first story, in which I am accidentally bold: I was helping my friend volunteer at an inauguration ball and met her (cute) volunteer friend. He sounded gay, was very friendly, and actually paid attention to me, not just my hot friend, so I naturally assumed he was gay. We got along great for the first half of the night, and at some point my friend joked about us making out. He turned to me, and I thought he was going to do it, so I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He's gay, who cares, right?

Yeah, he was not gay. And he was shocked that I had done it. We spent the rest of the ball talking in our own little corner. Nothing happened, but for weeks we had this jokey flirty thing going, and spent practically an entire weekend talking to each other online. Then we drunkenly made out one night, he turned into an asshole, and we are no longer friends.

The reverse version of this: Another hot friend and I were at a bar. A guy leaves his group to hit on both of us. He points out his (cute) gay friend and calls him over. They joke about how the gay guy wants me to turn the other one gay, the straight guy wants me to turn the gay guy straight. I decide to try the gay one, since I like him, and I slowly lean over and slide my hand down his back. He immediately leapt in and started kissing me.

Yeah, he was not gay either. Dick move, but great kisser. We made out for hours on the sidewalk, but I wouldn't go home with him and told him I was a virgin so he never called.

My best friend and I booked a tour through Ireland in March. Everyone in our group was fantastic, but I was drawn to a tall, lanky redhead pretty much immediately and over the course of the week I developed a massive, hopeless crush on him. Not only is he funny, sweet, and so adorable that it makes me want to punch a baby, but his taste in music is superb and he can have a conversation entirely in Simpsons quotes. And? He's Australian. Swoon.

I am a socially awkward mess around guys I like if I'm sober. Luckily it was Ireland, so we spent every night pub-hopping. On the last night of the tour I got good and sauced and was feeling pretty awesome. Fresh pint in hand, I marched over to where Aussie Boy was standing by himself and said something along the lines of, "I need to tell you that I'm completely smitten with you." Surprisingly, he was not weirded out by this totally random declaration and gave me a huge hug. He also loved that I used the word "smitten." We chatted and danced like complete dorks for a while (we're both hideous dancers), and then the next thing I know he's kissing me while the rest of the tour group cheered us on and snapped pictures.

I don't remember whose idea it was to leave the bar. I don't even remember actually *leaving* the bar. All I remember is wandering aimlessly around the streets of Killarney with him, stopping every five minutes to make out in an alleyway on our quest back to the hostel. Eventually we got directions from a taxi driver and spent the night together. It was the best drunken decision I ever made.

We've been emailing each other over the past few months, and I still adore him even though I know the likelihood of ever seeing him again is very low. It figures that the perfect guy for me lives an entire ocean away. Sigh.

Should I share how I met Mrs Pink? It's sordid, idiotic, and should never have worked. But since we were both after the same thing, it's almost not interesting.

My first college hit, though, was. I was up late--roommate nowhere to be found--and stoned out of my mind on the nastiest bag of stems and seeds. At around 2:30am, just as I was probably about to give up on whatever the hell seemed important enough to be up at that hour, she walked in.

Perhaps that's putting it too finely: she shambled in. With the biggest and dopiest grin I'd ever seen, she looked at me and said only, "I'm drunk!"

I replied with the only thing that seemed reasonable: "Yeah, and I bet you're horny, too."

After she feigned shock, she agreed that yes, she was a little horny. I pointed out that while my roommate was out, she didn't have one (we had at least met once or twice before).

We went downstairs and got to work. All night long.

Thus began a fascinating 3-week period of my life, and the only time I can look back and say I genuinely had a fuck-buddy.

I met Amanda the next year under circumstances that were only less interesting because we were both sober. But more so because the common denominator in our relationship was public places.