what's your worst dirty old man experance?

here's mine/ /

i was walking down a street last march in Florida sweating my balls off when some old guy in a car pulled up beside me, he said, " JESUS CHRIST you look hot do you wanna ride in my car to cool off?"

i thought to myself , why the hell not. I am hot, i would like to cool off, and im pretty sure i can take him if i have to."

so i said "SURE!' i walked over to the passenger side door and got in, we talked for a bit, he asked me what i did for fun , and i said something about me drawing or whatever , then i asked him what he did and he made a jerking off motion with his hand and said something rosy palm and her five daughters. i never heard that expression before so i asked him to explain it. maybe if i thought about the context for a second i would've got it, but anyway he explained and i laughed . so we drove a bit more untill he parked in front of the library i was walking to. and we started talking some more. Then he started talking about masturbation again. He was like "Have'nt you ever jacked off another guy? " Me: "NO!" Him: "Are you kidding me? I used to that with my friends all the time!" then he said something about me uptight and asked if he watch me jack-off. Me: "NO!' he kept on persisting and i finally said if he did'nt stop i would leave, so he backed off and he asked me what i wanted to do, and i said something about destroying american society.

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I've got a couple that I was witness to, I wasn't the actual target of the D.O.M., but I was there, hope that counts. Anyway, the first one was actually a recurring event. I worked at a drive thru hamburger place when I was in high school and this one guy would always pull up to the window with his erect cock out. It was always girls working the window, so they would scream and I would run over there and chase the guy away. The second one was a few years later, I was in a record store with a friend of mine. This was back when they had wall racks of cassettes on every wall at record stores. My friend was trying to look at the lowest shelf of tapes and instead of squatting down like anybody else, he just bent over leaving his ass up in the air. Next thing I know, this middle aged business man type walks up and in one smooth gesture, just kinda slaps my friends ass and cups his balls and kept on walking. It was one of the funniest things ever.

i feel like a dirty old man even looking at the teenies at the mall these days. there was this one girl who really burned a hole into my memory...she was probably 13 or so, and wearing these skin-tight shorts that didn't even cover half of her ass.

i plead the 5th.

Dude.........

I can't beat any of those stories.

I had a dirty old man try to pick me up once. I was about 10 and walking home from somewhere. He pulled up in a dirty old car and asked if I wanted a ride. I said no and he eventually rolled away.

I thought it was funny cause I didn't really think that sort of stuff really happened and I couldn't beleive he thought I was dumb enough to fall for it.

You say "dirty old man" like it's a bad thing.

Signed, President Pro-Tem of the Hormonally Charged Male Geezers Who Enjoy Consentual Activites With Other Legal Adults Society.

I was walking home from my girlfriend's place one night while living in San Francisco. This car pulled up along side me and this old Asian man motioned for me to get into his car. The area I was in was a notoriously gay neighborhood so he must have assumed that I was out late waiting for HIM to pick me up. I shot him the bird and kept walking. With a single tear running down my cheek.

I second the . I work at the mall, and it sickens and saddens me how these young girls dress, drawing all sorts of the wrong attention. And I can't blame the parents, although it's partly their fault, part media, and part the girls themselves. I'd find it hard to believe THAT many girls are so completely naive to think that guys aren't looking at them in a sexual context when they dress like their favorite half-naked pop star and skip school to go shopping.

At any rate, I hope I never have a daughter, because she'd think I was the meanest father in the world. I'd never let her dress like 14-year-olds I see at work all day.

I've got one that beats everybody's, and servesas a permenant lesson on exactly the reason why I never want to grow up to hit a women who are, like, young enough to be my daughter.

Here goes:
So, when I was in tenth grade I had this girlfriend who was older than me, and also kind of had 'some screws knocked loose upstairs' or whatever. She was really weird, fetishistic and all, and I was sixteen, so what did I care? Sex is sex is sex, right? (and she we had a lot of it). Anyway, she had it absolutly fixed in her mind that she was going to be a dominatrix...which, like I said, I didn't really particularlty care one way or the other about...at least not at that point...

I moved around a lot growing up, so we eventually parted ways amicably when I moved hundereds of miles away, and I saw neither hide nor hair of her for years, with the exception of a random AIM conversation here and there. (I 'll mention at this point that she had, like, nine differnt screen names, for reasons I was *as yet unaware of*; I only ever talked to her through one or two them, but kept them all on my buddy list none the less.) At some point, she happened to mention to me that she had indeed become a proffesional dominatrix, and that she worked in both the "live" and cyberspace arenas of the proffesion (i.e. put on live shows over internet for... well...dirty old men...to get off on) The only thing thast made this sparse comunication a little difficult is that five years later, I was still using the same computer my parents bought me when I was dating her, and it, naturally, was on its last limbs at that point...but oh well...my dad has a really nice computer in his office, I'd just use his if worse came to worse.

Now, I obviously don't have a problem with e-porn; I'm a member of Suicide Girls, and I knew at that point that my dad had memberships to like four differnt porn sites that were ten times as hardcore as SG. I also try to refrain from making judgement calls about how anybody wants to get off, especially if they're masturbating in the privacy of their own home. One day, in an incredible rush to find some info. for a report I was doing, I happened to being using my dad's computer, not realizing that I'd found the thing logged in to the net under his user name when I came into his office. So, suddenly, I get this IM from my-ex, under one of the screen names that I had never seen her use before. Not thinking, I just responded like I normally do, but realized something was wrong when she came onto me in ways that were tens times as blunt and hyperbolic as anything she used to say to me when we were actually together, and saying things to me that were ten times as fucked up as any thing that she knew would turn me on.

Well, you can imagine were that conversation went within five minutes: each of us figured out who the other one really was, and how she'd come to think I was...well, my dad . Like I said, I'd seen his porn before, but something about the fact that I have very clear visual images of what this person looks like completly nude with her leg kicked over head/sitting on my face/tied to my bed post/etc. and actually enjoying it...well, you do the math: Thanks dad!!!





[Edited on Feb 13, 2004 by deBreard]

I haven't liked you since day one. Now I know my Spider-Sense was right.

Oh yeah and then there was this one time this dirty old gay man tried to pick up on me at Coco's birthday party last year.

I used to work out at a gym in the west end, which if you know vancouver is renound for being a gay part of town. Successfully worked out there countless times before I had "the incident". Long story short...I noticed an old guy checking me out and winking at me while working out. I try to shake him as I head to the showers, without any luck though, and end up trying to take a steam to avoid him, but to no avail. Reluctantly, I decide to rinse off and wash up by takng a shower. Not 2 minutes go by before I notice that not only has he migrated to the showers as well but he is kind of lightly groping himself and just blatantly ogling me. So what could i do? What would you do? I just pointed at his erection and forced a laugh, which seemed more than sufficient to shame him and send him back in to the deep recesses of the locker room. Anyways, that's my dirty old man story.

did I say I liked it?
or are all people, who go to the mall, bad people?



[Edited on Feb 13, 2004 by nudiepix]

I was in miami in Feb of 03 chillin when me and my buddy are walking down the street singing do wa ditty ditty dum ditty do when we a saw a whino in the corner of a doorway one hand to the wall making himself a little warmer by heatin up some pudding on himself while getting rid of any excess internal moisture. Thats dirty.

My earliest experience of child nastiness goes back to a time I was about 10 with my brother and grandmother at a clothing store for "funny" old people and she started beating this old guy with her purse will me and my younger brother were screwing around in the store doing kid things you know. I never seen the guy but I guess he as my gramma put it " was getting his jollies off in the store."

What a mess.

lots of old guys go a little to far with the compliments when I'm out with my daughter. it seems that old guys like to stop me and talk to her, and then look at me or say something....EWWW! but not all, I do like when the nice guys want to talk to us.

You were fairly descriptive.....so that tells me that you really took her image in.

Here's the deal with young girls who dress like that as far as I'm concerned. The first reaction of most normal men is to look. Then, the normal men who aren't sexual predators are going to identify her as a child, think "ick", and go about your business.

Those men who are sexual predators will either A.) identify her as a child, not give a fuck and keep on leering or B.) due to their sexual disfunction, not be able to identify her as a child and keep on leering.

You're not a creep if you catch yourself looking at what turns out to be an underage girl. You're a creep if you don't stop, once you realize that she IS an underage girl.

I admit that the ass was the first thing I saw because it was so glaringly white. Then the image stained me when I looked up and saw how young she was...if she was older and skanky the image wouldn't have been disturbing enough to remember.

You haven't seen something terrible enough to scar you for life?
Ever walk in on your parents having sex? Or on your grandmother dressing? You remember the details, even if you don't want to.

When I was living in San Francisco I was biking down to the beach by the Richmond district. Riding along the water, I came to this path that led up to the ruins of this fort (I can't remember what it's called) where you can go inside and get a great view of the Golden Gate bridge and the water. I got off my bike and walked it into the fort, and climbed up to the top to look out over the water.

There was this guy sitting up there already, apparently another biker, hanging out with no shirt on (it was warm out so now a big deal) and looking at the ocean. Typical creepy guy features - sunglasses, sandy hair that was balding but still pulled back in a ponytail, big droopy mustache, kind of fat, you know the deal. He nodded "hello" and I nodded back, not really feeling like talking to someone.

I was chilling there for a few minutes, just enjoying the view and nice weather when I saw some motion out of the corner of my eye. I looked to my right to see that he had pulled his cock out of his shorts, and was masturbating and licking his lips while looking right at me. I grabbed my bike, turned around and walked quickly away, sincerely hoping not to feel something hot dripping down my back. I didn't.

[Edited on Feb 13, 2004 by legionnaire]

I was making a couple extra bucks doing cam shows over a year ago, on this cam chat program that had a main directory and you could click on a person's name and chat face to face on each other's cams. well, of course a lot of my clients were dirty old men, but I didn't really care, I needed the money. (ok, I did care, that's why I eventually quit). anyway, this one guy was interested in purchasing a show so I was negotiating prices with him, and I see a girl show up on his cam next to him. She was about 10 or 11 years old. I asked him who she was and he said it was his daughter. then he he proceded to start asking, then begging me to strip for her. I was thoroughly disgusted and of course refused. I then took screen shots and sent them to the administrators of the program.
I feel really sorry for that girl, I hope she got away from her dad.

yes, all people that go to the mall.