Ferris Wheel of Misfortune

Story Submitted by Cynthia:

George took me out to an amusement park on our third date. He paid for our tickets and for dinner on the boardwalk. I was grateful, and it seemed as though it would be a warm, memorable evening at the lightly populated park.

At one point, we climbed into the ferris wheel and it started to rotate. He began, "Cynthia..." and I slid closer to him. Making out in a ferris wheel? How romantic!

He said, "This is a good a time as any to tell you.  I don't think we're a good match."

Contrary to George's statement, a ferris wheel ride is in fact neither a good time nor place for such news.  Our little cabin rose up and stopped, the ride operator allowing more people on.  I said, "I'm sorry to hear that.  Could I ask why?"

He said, "No," and the cabin rose again, then stopped.  I kept an eye on George, but he was surveying the park from our vantage point.  "Nice view," he said, "I can't wait to see it from the top."

I wasn't sure what he was playing at, but all of a sudden, I felt very uncomfortable, and I wanted out of the situation.  It didn't help that I was in a ferris wheel.  It rose a bit higher, and while I was taking in the view, my mind flowing with wild thoughts and questions, he sidled up beside me and said, "But we can still take advantage of the situation."

I pushed him away gently and said, "You're not taking advantage of anything.  Back to your side."

He asked, "Why not?  We're in a ferris wheel."

I said, "You just told me that we're not a good match.  Remember?"

"So that kind of means that we can't fool around?"

I laughed.  "Yeah.  It kind of means that.  Have you ever ended things with someone before?  It means that things end."

He looked away for a moment, then tried to kiss me.  I pushed him away, less gently, and said, "If you try again, I'll scream until they let us off the ride."

He shifted away from me and said, "Wow, you're a bitch."

When our cabin made it back down after only going around once, I asked the ride operator to let me off, as I wasn't feeling well.  He did, and I stepped off.  George stayed on.  That gave me more than enough time to make it away from him and arrange for a ride from the park.  Never saw him again after that.


  1. I agree, the ferris wheel was a terrible time to have that discussion & thinking you'd be up for fooling around immediately after hearing such news is even worse. Good job on staying calm until you were able to get out of the situation!

  2. This is just weird. I know common sense is in short supply these days but this is stretching it a little bit.

  3. ^ No it isn't. Haven't you ever heard of "friends with benefits"? Unfortunately, due to popular culture and messed up social norms, it's become so normal that it is automatically assumed that everyone approves of it and participates in it.

  4. I agree with Baku-chan. I've had guy friends, who I showed no romantic or sexual interest in, try to kiss me or touch me. They got confused when I pulled away and told me "That's what female friends are for!" Just because friends with benefits is common, that doesn't mean that everyone is into it. I'm still a one man kinda girl.

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  6. @Baku
    That may be, but "I'm breaking up with you - let's make out" wouldn't work no matter the situation.

  7. I had a boyfriend who said that once. I broke up with him and he said we should still be friends, which was cool... but then he added the word 'benefits' which was not. I said "that's kinda what we were"... he just stared blankly. Some guys just don't get it.

  8. My brother once broke up with a woman within seconds of receiving oral sex from her. Timing is EVERYTHING! George has no timing.

  9. ^Exactly. I love my red dog too! Mine has orange eyes like a chimp. What kind is yours?

  10. That sounds like the worst date ever. Really must have hurt. I kind of want to pimp slap this douche. Hopefully you found the perfect match by now.


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