yea the biggest dick move that i have is probably getting a girl to break up with her boyfriend for me and then i stop talking to her... i think i just lost interest once she was available.. i felt like a dick and never actually apologized...

FuzzBob wrote:Not according to about 5 of my classmates at the time, not to mention the girl I was after and a professor of mine who took her side to boot. As far as they were concerned, I was Asshole Of The Year.

Yeah, assuming you didn't leave out any important details, the only dick thing is the schadenfreude, which isn't really a dick move, but a dick emotion. And I wouldn't feel too bad about it.



Rimbaud III: What?

When I was in High School A red-neck beat up one of my friends badly because he was a "Skater fag". This seemed unreasonable to me since I could think of 10 better reasons for someone to beat him. He and I took two Ball-Ping hammers and put 5 huge holes in the hood of his Iroc-Z. We left the hammers all Pink Floyd style, crossed on the hood of the car.
I always felt a little bat about that but I made out with his girlfriend anyway.

I beat up a kid and put dog poop in his mouth in 3rd grade.
Real dick move.

japmn wrote:When I was in High School A red-neck beat up one of my friends badly because he was a "Skater fag". This seemed unreasonable to me since I could think of 10 better reasons for someone to beat him. He and I took two Ball-Ping hammers and put 5 huge holes in the hood of his Iroc-Z. We left the hammers all Pink Floyd style, crossed on the hood of the car.
I always felt a little bat about that but I made out with his girlfriend anyway.

This thread is about dick moves. What you did was mete out justice, and you served up a nice big bowl of it.

In that context, making out with his girlfriend is like the cherry and whipped cream of righteousness atop the bowl of justice. Bon appetit.

The manager at a place I may or may not still work ... tipped me out $10 more than I was expecting. I didn't say anything about it. It occurred to me later it may have been someone elses' tip outs she accidentally gave me. I'm a dick. I don't say anything to her. $10 is money to me. Dick move.

this is a typical procrastinatin'-snowball effect-inertia-dick move. i have guilt-ridden dreams about it often enough but haven't righted the situation yet.

when i was twenty i left the states with a couple thousand bucks that i'd put aside, going off to travel & see where i'd land. i met a belgian who grew up on corsica along the way & travelled with him in central asia. i didn't necessarily want to end up there when my money ran out & he told me that maybe i could work for room & board for awhile at the marine biology lab/dive resort that his dad managed on corsica. long story short, after much thought i ended up going back to corsica with him. folks there kinda took me in & i worked hard the first couple of months & his dad offered to have me stay on for the winter in the off season on salary, to watch the place (no one was there at night) & fix things up. this i did, working countless hours fixing their 4 mile dirt road into the place with an old, wiry algerian, after washouts (among other things). anyways, i stayed on through the next season, in all a year & a half. they were good to me.

i moved on with the plan of helping an older buddy from the station start a dive center in egypt on the red sea. that went on for a half year until i pretty much at the same time got kicked out by my friend over petty shit & decided to come here to germany to be with my then girlfriend.

anyways, i hadn't been in touch with the folks from the station before the deal with my buddy went sour & then afterwards i put off writing the letter 'cause i felt i needed to explain what had happened & then more time went by & i felt i needed to explain that.

so now it's twelve fucking years later & they haven't heard as much as a single word from me since i left. i'm pretty ashamed of this.

it's still on my list for that week that i'm gonna take off one day to write all the letters in my head! i should probably wait until i get leukemia & they can't hate me for being such a procrastinating fool.

When I was maybe 6 or 7, there was an older kid in my neighborhood who used to make fun of me all the time because I used to hang around him and his friends, always asking questions and being a general pain in the ass.

One day I was out with a friend my own age and we saw this guy and his buddies messing around out in the cornfield, so we went out there to tag along with them. When he saw us, this kid started mercilessly ripping on me, making his older friends laugh at my expense. They all started tearing ears of corn off the stalks and throwing them at us until we ran away.

I was so fucking mad, I decided to get revenge. We gathered together a bunch of sticks and stones and waited in a strategic spot behind a hedge by the sidewalk, knowing they'd be riding their bikes past the point very soon. As they passed, I jumped out and stuck a stick into the spokes of this kid's bike, causing him to fall. Then my friend and I ran back to the bushes, retrieved the rocks and started throwing them at the kid. One of them hit him right in the forehead and he fell down onto the street, screaming and crying. We took off running as he yelled at us, "You better run! If I see you little turds again I'm going to tell your dads on you!"

I have to admit it was a real dick move, but this kid soon got his counter-revenge on me.

About half an hour later, we were in my back yard playing when that kid came around to the side gate with all his buddies and said, "Hey, what did I tell you? I saw you again, so I'm telling your parents!" I ran to the back door just as my mom arrived there to see what all the yelling was about. The kid told her all about how I broke the spokes on his bike with a stick and beaned him in the head with a rock. His friends were all there to back him up as witnesses, and he had a huge pink lump on his forehead as further evidence. My mom was livid. She grabbed me by the collar and dragged me into the house.

As I was receiving my punishment (a thrashing with a belt on my bare behind) I could hear that kid and his buddies snickering outside my bedroom window. After she left me alone to "think about what I'd done, how much I'd hurt that poor kid", he and his buddies stood out there laughing and mocking me.

I had an intern here at the studio 2 months ago who was a really good kid. A perfect intern. I had him fixing some cables and he brought one into the control room after he'd been at it for a while. I thought he was showing me a previously fucked up soldering job and I said "oh this is horrible I wonder how this shit got in here" and he was actually showing me his just completed first attempt.

I didn't know until the next day when the second engineer brought the bunder to my attention.

Apparently his face fell when I made my comment but I was too busy to notice.

Oops.

When I was in fifth grade, a guy I didn't really liked asked me to give him five as he was getting off the school bus. I took the pencil in my hand and jabbed it into his palm. That was a dick move.

In sixth grade, a girl I had a crush on made fun of me in front of a bunch of other girls. When I told her to shut up, she sauntered over with a smile on her face. As I stood there expecting an apology, she spit in my face. Instinctively, I punched her in the stomach. She fell to her knees and I got in big trouble. Maybe not a dick move, but I probably shouldn't have punched her.

Years later, a woman I was dating got drunk and slapped me. She did it in a playful spirit, but she slapped me hard, clearly trying to get a rise out of me. "Bet that makes you wanna slap me back, doesn't it?" she said. "Not really," I replied, "but if you ever slap me again, I'll punch you in the gut so hard that you'll never have children." We didn't date much longer. Not sure if that was a dick move either.