We are just going to keep reinforcing this point until people stop going all biblical in their thirst. By biblical, I mean like the Hebrews wandering 40 days and 40 nights in the desert. Parched, dry, desperate to get to green pastures. Biblical.
Let's take these two examples:
Peter Parched meets Lucy Laidback at a sports bar. They exchange numbers. They chat. He wins the privilege of a date. The date goes well. This kicks the thirst into overdrive. 47 texts, 23 phone calls and a drive by... all in ten days' time.
Daisy DryMouth sees Michael MindingHisOwn at work. He's cute, he's single and she wants him. She strikes up a conversation. He asks her out for lunch. She sees this as the green light she's been waiting for. Within 48 hours of lunch, she has sent him naked pics, lurid emails and a pair of thong underwear with "I'm yours" strategically stitched on the front panel.
Sound outlandish? Both stories are true. Thirst is just one sleepless night and a threat away from stalking, people. It's not pretty. There's flattering pursuit and then there's desperation. And desperation is sooooo not sexy.
What's causing it? Are women believing the hype that there's only one "good man" left for a thousand ladies to fight over? <~~~ not true. Do men think that the 17th text is the one that will make the difference? <~~~ also not true. Do we just need to hand out shots of self-esteem like bottled water? Quenching thirst by any means necessary?
Have ya'll witnessed this phenomenon? Any examples to share? Is thirst new or just more glaringly obvious? What do you think can be done to stop it? Do share. Peter and Daisy need your help. The floor is yours.
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I almost got off track by the use of the word "privilege." I understand the sentiment but the underlying thought always irks me. Moving on....
I think with the proliferation of communication available, it's made #TheThirst easier to spot. When there were no cells, just the answering machine, it was easy to control the impulses. Now? Maybe mama won't see that call, lemme text. Maybe her phone is off, lemme email. Maybe she won't get in front of a computer, lemme DM. You get the picture.
Not sayin it's right, just sayin I understand.
Can we be honest?
Thirst works. It HAS to. If it didn't, it wouldn't be out here like this.
Personally? I lack the internal shamelessness to run up on women risking rejection like that...but thats just me and my issues.
I was looking @ Peter and saying ok 47 texts split over 10 days is like 5 a day, if it's 5 "initiating" texts, that's pretty horrible but a decent text convo that's not too bad... Then I read "23 phone calls and the drive-by"??? Uh...somebody give PP an IV.
Daisy "Drymouth" huh?...I'll leave that right there, but she is not only killing the game, she's raping and mutilating it! She needs to be pulled in by the squad ASAP!
Side note: You are right in the use of the word "privilege" and the Daisy's (Daisies?) of the world threw a monkey wrench in that, but that's another topic...
not only have i witnessed it, i've experienced it. i surely don't know what i did to make a couple of women thirsty over me but it's happened. from my viewpoint some people take the slightest sign of interest and run with it. you can't just go from 0 to 60. you gradually have to work up to that speed.
Stories like these make me sooooo glad that I have already found love.
Yes, I have definitely experienced the thirst. A couple of years ago I met a guy at the grocery store. We struck up good convo and exchanged numbers. Fastforward a couple of convos that totaled 10 min collectively, he decides it would be a good idea to "surprise" me with 100 roses at my job. I was totally freaked out but I did call to say thanks for the gesture (blame it on my Dad on forcing me to say thank you to people). During the phone call, I found out this was just the beginning of a whole weekend he had planned out where he would pick me up in a limo to have dessert and wine around the city. Now remember I have never went out on a date with this man and our total convo totaled 10 min. We barely got past the hellos, what is your middle name, what do you do for a living, etc. Needless to say, I had to politely tell him that this was to over the top for me. He was doing too much too soon. It definitely sent up red flags on what he was hiding and overcompensating for.
I don't even understand how one meeting/date can lead to all this?! Really?
Let me tell you about my uncle (who was and still is an old school playa). He owned a store and when I was in high school I would go up there and run the register every now and again to make some pocket change. Women would call and call and call and he would tell me to say he wasn't there. One day one of the women sent him a balloon-a-gram singing thing. The balloon man sang and when he got to the end the woman came in the store -- in front of me and all the customers -- and my uncle, who I guessed realized what was about to happen, asked her to step in the back with him but nooooooooo she wasn't having it. She got on her knee and asked my uncle to marry him. In front of me and alllll the customers in the store. His response? "Step back here in the office with me." She left that office crying.
My uncle came out and said to me, "whatever you do, don't even be no worrisome ass woman."
That lesson has stayed with me. If I call you and leave a message, then that's it. I'm not calling two, three, times. If he takes one step, I'll take one step. That's it. No more, no less.
So this phenom you posted above is crazytunes to me.
"It definitely sent up red flags on what he was hiding and overcompensating for. "....Just experienced some thirst where I had to realize that he was "hiding and overcompensating". HUGE turn off!
Thirsty is all bad, and it's not bougie! If I may be honest, a thirsty MAN is sooooo not sexy! And I run like the dickens when I encounter them....I think the reason people (men and women) are still being thirsty is because it works, and they're desperate. There are people out here who go about life taking advantage of other people, and thirsty folks give a lot and do a lot in order to please and be accepted. Unfortunately, until they realize that it's their own thirst that's causing them to be used and tossed aside, they will move on to the next one with those same thirst quenching tendencies.
Honey seems tasteless to a person is full, but even bitter food tastes sweet to the hungry. Proverbs 27:7
She got on her knee and asked my uncle to marry her. In front of me and alllll the customers in the store. His response? "Step back here in the office with me." She left that office crying.
My uncle came out and said to me, "whatever you do, don't ever be a worrisome ass woman." *closing my mouth before a fly gets in*
Too many people think that if they just "try harder" they can get what they want. Completely discounts the "don't nobody want you like that" side of the game.
Yeah um - there's persistence and then there's this right here. I think the cause is two fold
1 - It must have worked before so people decide to try it again
2 - a lot of people lack self-esteem or self-respect or whatever the self-prop up thing is that keeps you from flinging yourself time and time again at another person.
"Within 48 hours of lunch, she has sent him naked pics, lurid emails and a pair of thong underwear with "I'm yours" strategically stitched on the front panel."
No, she's not thirsty. She's flipping dehydrated! Someone get her some mineral salts (aka good sense) STAT!
It's flattering to be wanted by someone that you want also. It goes back to that post Chele did about Who's the Rabbit - I have no problem showing a man I'm interested in him but I'm not chasing him.
Thirst works but I gotta wonder - do I want someone it worked on? Do we appreciate the wins we work for the hardest or that come the easiest?
Guys that look like you and have MD behind their name should just expect parched chicks to pop outta nowhere scheming.
What's bad is that I see more and more (and younger and younger) chicks just grabbing onto random men and holding on for dear life. A man that in their right mind, they would have to muster up the interest to even smile at. There's this whole pervasive "if you're not part of a couple, you're losing" thing that is just way out of control. Why don't you be a better you?
Never worry about referring to yourself in the third person. Worry about when you start arguing with yourself in the third person.
The WORST thing is - after a guy has had seven Daisy DryMouths doing God knows what for them in exchange for a smile and a Kit Kat bar, here I come. And I'm looking at them like - you expect me to chase you and clean your drawers and cook for you and tell you you're a stallion? Hell no. And I'm difficult? No sir, you've just had it too damn easy. What's that thing Chele said once?
This is platinum service. You've got to put in some miles to fly me.
Uh Uh... I believe that too many things are happening (folks killing and dying over ridiculousness) today for me to see THIRST as anything but the potential for me to need mace, a restraining order and the ability to protect myself defensively!
So many people are willing to subject themselves to all manners of foolishness just so that they don't have to be alone. If you can't be alone with yourself then why should anyone else want to be around that. To me there is a HUGE difference between being alone and being lonely. If you feel that you are the latter then that is something that people should really address before trying to enter the dating scene anyway.
Hmmmm - you don't think a date is a privilege? For both parties? Not everybody gets the opportunity.
We appreciate wins period but the one I really worked for and wanted and finally it was mine - those are the ones I savor.
Your side note is my entire point. The Peters and Daisies of the world are killing the game for the rest of us. Everybody can get a Hershey's kiss, how many people can get custom Swiss chocolate? But if the Hershey's is thrown in your lap day after day....
You exist as a male with brown skin and testosterone. Unfortunately, for some of the DryMouths out there - that's all it takes.
Ten minutes into the relationship with the grand gestures is definitely a red flag.
WDDDA? I just... I can't... with the balloons...
WDDDA?!
Good point!
I think when you get to a certain point of thirst, your other senses start failing you. You can think straight, can't see what's in front of you, can't hear what people are saying... it's all around bad.
De-Lurking.
These two are so thirsty they need to be checked for diabetes.
I think there is perseverance and there are the two situations you presented above. Calling a couple of times a week = perseverance. Calling, Facebooking, Texting, Tweeting, Emailing, Sending Pigeons or the like for 10 days consistently = Sahara Living.
SN: Some men/women may love the attention and respond accordingly, in that case dismiss the above.
Sad but true.
Excellent way to break it on down.
IV needed - stat!
*fist bump*
Truth.
Excuse me while I dance in the aisle! This.right.here.
Let the church say...
Let's rap a taste shall we about the fine folks who take advantage of an individual's thirst and then are totally bewildered and in shock and awe (complete with the baby seal eyes) when said thirsty individuals have bust windowns out of cars, and showed up at homes, jobs and everywhere in between...hopefully without a pistol or someother means to harm and/or maim.
Keep playing with fire, you hear. You gone get BURNT.
Ooooh, did I say it like that?!
Kudos for the "smile and a Kit Kat bar" reference.
You're speaking so much truth with this.
But I'm dead at "stallion" - Lawd!
Not sending pigeons!!!
Thank you for tipping on out of Lurkerville!
^^^ The base plotline for 50% of the SNAPPED episodes.
I do think a date is a privilege....it doesn't happen every day.
The worst thing about thirst is their inability to hear the word NO. No thank you. No, I don't want to go out. No, don't call me. No, don't come by. No, don't stalk me or my friends on Facebook to figure out where I am.
Listen, I'm thin-skinned. I hear "No" once and I'm not going back for anymore. Someone out there will either say yes or ask me to say yes. NEXT!
No Country for Parched People.
I appreciate the wins when I've wanted them the most.
Ev'body lookin' for someone to love and be loved by. If dey can't find it. They get thirsty. Ugly but true. Please ignore the entire fugg out of Diddy in this video. Riley out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOGTb9yDsR0
I guess I see privilege very differently. I think voting and driving are privileges. Getting a date is more the result of mutual attraction and/or dogged persistence.
I think there's a fine line that guys walk between chasing/hunting and becoming Peter Parched. I think the minute a woman indicates that she is not interested (seriously, not in a teasing way) dudes should fall back.
I didn't have anything add but the new design is dope.
Hmm. Interesting. I think voting is a right and driving is a necessity. But I see where your train of thought is going.
Last potential S.O. got mad at me because I became annoyed with him for thanking me six times, (6, 3+3, 4+2, 2+4, 5+1, 1+5 times) for a basic cooked meal! (And this was after a week of him displaying the male version of "Eddie Murphy's salad eatin b!tch"). So I set him free so that he could find a chick who's thirsty for "thank you's" and would appreciate a man who wants the same. She's out there!
I'm sorry for your embarrassment Dr. Martin, but that was really funny.
Just wanted to say that I love the new design. Thirsty is no bueno.
The problem with thirsty, dry, flinty folks is that they ruin the dating pool for everybody. A thirsty person who has been rejected by the object of the thirst will be quick to become bitter and say crap like "All women/men ain't sh*! so I am just gonna f-up minds and hearts everywhere!" Victims of unnecessary thirst get gun-shy and decide to become Inspector Gadgets, with their ability to learn to trust and enjoy dating all dented up. Everything online has a bazillion firewalls, doors have eight locks up and down the frame, friends and family have to know the code-word...you understand what I am saying.
I do not deal with thirsty-assed folks at all! 32 texts during the workday before lunch is crazy, and it's even crazier if I just met you that week. I even had a guy so thirsty he sent me pictures of his awesome chest taken with his cell phone. I didn't know what it was - I think all I could identify was a nipple, and asked him "Is this a picture of your damn nipple? WTF?!?" He took that to mean "I want to see more!" He proceeded to send me images of closeups of various body parts, and sent me an email saying if I want to come over and put together the puzzle just let him know. I sent back an email and said that if any more pictures of parts come to me I am forwarding them to the police. Do not call. Or email. Or text. I met him on a Tuesday at a Quizno's and it spiraled out of control from there. I could not ever go get a Sammy ever again. Ick.
What happens when two extremely thirsty, parched, and chapped people get together? Do they rub up against each other and catch fire because they're so dry and dehydrated?
There has GOT to be a law against the unwarranted and unrequested man-part pic. I gauge the level of a person's out-of-pocketness by their quickness to send embarassing (and in some cases) vomit-worthy pics of themselves to relative strangers. If I want to see it, I will ASK. Up close and in person. Don't just whip that thing out on a Monday afternoon, click and send. No sir. Damn smartphones are ruining the world.
Isn't Diddy almost 50 and wearing a grill? Really sir?
Love, Love, Love tne new design.
Thirsty is not sexy. No bueno.
You have the remedy here "Does we just need to hand out shots of self-esteem like bottled water? Quenching thirst by any means necessary?"
Man. I get irritated if a text conversation with my fiance involves more than 6 exchanges. (If it takes more than 3, you really should just call me and have a 5-minute phone conversation instead.) Long before we got to text #47, your number would have been blocked. And 23 phone calls... all initiated by the one side... if you're too stupid to figure out that that level of interest isn't reciprocated, you're definitely not my type. My time and my romantic attentions are bestowed on people who earn them by inciting my interest, not handed out as a consolation prize to the socially inept or the emotionally damaged. I'm way past kindergarten where my teachers used to make us give Valentines to the creepy kids along with everyone else, sorry.
I think those are Diddy's teeth. e is already a mouth-breather with dry dental work. What did Dave Chappelle say? Ninja's got dolphin teeth.
Thirsty people should only be allowed to have a Jitterbug phone with EMS service on it. That is all they need.
This wouldn't happen to be the same woman that called you racist for not dating her, would it?
Dammit! NOT THE JITTERBUG PHONE!!! Bwahahahahahahaha!
Church!
It's as easy as this right here. When person says "No thanks" take your jacks and play elsewhere.
A t-shirt maybe? Flyers to hand out at clubs/bars/grocery stores/churches/libraries (wherever there are people)?
"...he sent me pictures of his awesome chest taken with his cell phone. I didn't know what it was - I think all I could identify was a nipple, and asked him "Is this a picture of your damn nipple? WTF?!?"...Ok Roz if I get fired, you are going to have to support me AND my daughter! I almost yelled out loud at my desk! LMAO!!!
I quit you forever!!!
truly speechless...is this due to the shortage of black men? I read an article where there are more blk men in jail, prison, on probation, parole than were in Slavery 1850. This is getting out of hand that women are demonstrating being so desperate.
I'd have to agree with Man's World about the new design - dope.
But back to your post...
I think this stalking phenomenon is what causes many attractive women to come off as being stuck-up.
Most have been stalked because they were just being nice to someone.
Guys get this when they are more selective as well. ("He must - be gay/like white girls/be bougie.")
*swayin' and fannin' with my MLK church fan and hummin'* mmm-mmm-hmmm, yaaaass Lawd! (sorry y'all, got images of my Grandma sitting in church after this post!)
ROFLMAO....Texting and emailing intimate photos is TACKY.AS.HELL....and a MAJOR turn OFF.
Chele I'm SO stealing the platinum quote. HA!
Dr Martin? The pollen count is high round these parts and hysterical laughter does NOT help!...roflmao
THIS.TIGHT.HERE disgusts me SO much that it has taken me ALL day to respond. I find it amazing that folks have so LITTLE self respect that have allowed themselves to become deluded into thinking desperation is sexy....*SMDH*
All I can say is Wow!
In regards to Peter Parched, there is a such thing as a restraining order... Situations like this is why I am unlisted, and do NOT give out my phone number (yes I am paranoid, but hell can you blame me?)
With Daisy DryMouth, i'mma need her to find a cliff and just jump. That might sound harsh, but how can you send a man naked pictures and thong underwear with the words, "I'm All Yours" SN: That's mad corny.
True story, when I lived in Cali. One night I was on BART coming home from school. There was a guy in front of me who was looking at naked pictures that a girl sent him. When I seen the pictures the first thing that came out of my mouth was, "Oh my god, I know she did NOT do that!" Ol' boy was so embarrassed he shut his phone and moved to a different car. My bad playa, my bad... haha.
I like what you've done with the place, Chele :-)
I may as well read the comments first, I know most (if not all) of us are on the same page.
BTW - nice glossy page! This look is quite slick, and chic, Chele!
Parched, dry, desperate to get to green pastures. Biblical.<------Dead
Story 1: Girl likes guy, finds out that guy has same birthday, strikes up a convo gets the number, within twenty mins called him seven times and texted a food twelve times to ask him out, got ignored after the third call. I had to snatch the phone and let her know she was not going to embarrass me infront of S/O's co-workers,and I was NEVER taking her anywhere again.
Story 2: I met a cute slightly chubbier version of Common on the train(this was before the S/O), struck up a convo after he sat beside me, it's a nice ride in and we vibe, he gets off a couple of stops ahead of me, before the train even takes off he calls, I answer continue to talk, I let him know that it's nice talking to him, but it's girls night out and I'm going to be hanging up now.
He called TWELVE times while I was in the club, and started to get creepier each call. " Was I dancing with anyone in particular?? When can we meet up? What's your schedule like?"
645 THE NEXT MORNING this ninja had the nerve to call me and ask what was I doing??? Recovering from last night get the hell off my phone, I gave him my myspace (so now you know how long ago this was) and told him to hit me up there. two nights after we met, I'm on the floor at work and my pocket startes to vibrate, it's like 2 hours into my night shift, I head for the med room and pick it up without looking (big mistake) it's him asking me
Him "what's my name"
Me"HMMM it told you that on the train, and I have to go Im at work I thought this was an important call",
Him "It's important Im trying to get to know you, and no I want to know what your real name is, that's a nickname",
Me uhmm fool <---Thought this part said this part...>", that the name my fam and friends call me NO ONE but my Mama calls me by my government, so you will only get the nickname"
Him "what's your facebook?,
Me "You can't get that as it;s for my closest friends and family, I have to go Im at work"
Him" So we aren't friends? O_o " can we chill this week?? What are you doing right now?? How about I come over??"
Me" CLICK"
i got tired and just blocked his butt. TWO days, a total of 27 calls 13 texts and 15 emails on myspace. Yeah thirsty as hell
Not "baby seal eyes"! Hehe, love it!
"vomit-worthy" I'm SO using that...
I don't work there. You got nurse need a clue's number?
"This is platinum service. You've got to put in some miles to fly me." Cracks-in-a-Southwest-plane-crash-dead
Shut up tiffany...LOL
Ummmm but the puzzlie was dope though...IJS
"Don't just whip that thing out on a Monday afternoon, click and send."
CTFU!
What are you doing right now?? How about I come over?? ... that right there, tells you he's not listening, He's trying to overwhelm you with demands instead, hoping you'll give in and let him closer out of sheer exhaustion. "I'm at work" does not add up to "can I come over" for sane people.
LOL! GAM...you are gonna make me fight you...It's dope if you know the man and are with them like that. It's creepy when you are thirsty and just met someone briefly.
What happens when two extremely thirsty, parched, and chapped people get together? Do they rub up against each other and catch fire because they're so dry and dehydrated?
rozb, you are a mess with this! What I've noticed, though, is Les Thirsties neeeevah run into each other, but the rest of us. SMH
Dammit go sit in the corner, and face the wall!!!
I absolutely LOVE that scripture you posted! I am reminded of it often when I hear of stories like Chele posted. I must admit (hangs head in shame), I have been thirsty before. It happened once, but trust, it WON'T ever happen again. I was in a stage of my life where I was tired of being alone, so I let my guard down (which I shouldn't have) and accepted things that I knew I wouldn't accept if I was in my right mind. Long story short, I "came back to myself", meaning I came back to my right mind and walked away. Now I am learning how to be content with my single state and be like the Apostle Paul who said that he learned how to be content in whatever state he found himself in (Philippians 4:12)
Chance, like the song says, "Everyone plays the fool sometime". I found myself just last year displayin a bit of parchedness, accepting stuff when I knew better. I caught myself three months in and put an end to the whole thing. Hey, it happens!
I was just getting ready to say the EXACT same thing!
well...damn. I was trying to conjure up a tale of desperation, but whatever I've dealt with was never on the 47 text messages level. that's just NO BUENO. S.M.H.
Back before all this texting and whatnot I ventured out into the social networking of personals in the newspaper. Met some nice guys met some that made me glad I had caller ID. Anywho, I got a call from a gentleman that sounded pretty interesting on the phone. Exchanged pleasantries, work #'s, etc. Two days later dude showed how thirsty he was by sending me a bouquet of flowers that was entirely too damn big ... like Big Mama died and the bouquet proved how much you loved Big Mama big. NOT IMPRESSED - especially when I told how much the little things mean more than the big grandiose gestures. After than he wanted to know what kind of wedding I wanted the second time around and I was like uh dude what's your last name again? Non-stop "what you waiting on, I'm a man that knows what I like yada, yada, yada. Finally had to tell him I'm a woman that knows what I like and it's NOT a guy that doesn't know my middle name pressuring me for some damn wedding plans - move along now. I'm just glad he wasn't true stalker material and he did leave me alone, reluctantly cause he felt I was "it" - boy bye.
You are officially my e-Niece (I refuse to be your Gamma cuz I ain't that dang old).
I'm honored! Auntie G? Aunt G-Money? Aunt G-Spice? Okay - I'll leave it at Gamma!
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