Date With A Celebrity?

Hello folks!

I was thinking I should make a thread about this since me and my friends are always talking about it and I believe that it will bring a lot of people to talk about it too.OK first of all.you are rich, you can go on a date with any celebrity. The question is which celebrity would you go on a date with? Any celebrity dead or alive.This is not just like go to the movies and then home. You have to make it sounds perfect and then it just goes terrible. If you can put a moral to the ending of why it turned bad it would be great, if you cant its fine.Remember you are rich so use your imagination.Please don't say anything like oh yea we would go to mars and die due to no oxygen or something along the lines please make it believable.

Celebrity- Jessica Alba
First all of I would pick her up in a Ferrari, We would go to a nice beach were we would be served like kings, I'd be a gentlemen. We would eat some shrimp made by professional chefs and then we would watch the fireworks that I would have set up. Spelling "I hope your having fun." As I'm driving her home, we get into a car crash.(I was drinking and driving, thats why you dont drink)

sounds like this should be a diary entry not a thread

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Originally Posted by *jdm*

sounds like this should be a diary entry not a thread

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Why do you have to be trolling bro lol.. cmon..

That is kind of a sad ending. I would have taken her home and umm done some stuff...;)

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Originally Posted by WarAddict

Why do you have to be trolling bro lol.. cmon..

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just an honest opinion

Make your own stories~
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Oprah.

She has more money than she knows what to do with. I think if I can share my tale and knowledge base, I could walk away with an investment I could start a business with. Maybe she could get me into Obama's camp as an economic advisor.

It's only one date, so it's not like intimacy is an issue... that's not happening on a charity date.


I re-read the OP before posting... so, I'm already rich? Then I choose no celebrity.
If I would spend money to woo anyone, it would be my ex. She owns me, heart soul and body. I will never love another.

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Originally Posted by Rota

It's only one date, so it's not like intimacy is an issue... that's not happening on a charity date.

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she might be ready though

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Originally Posted by *jdm*

she might be ready though

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I'm old fashioned. I don't care if she's ready, I don't even kiss on a first date.
The first date is for getting to know the other person.

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Originally Posted by Rota

I'm old fashioned. I don't care if she's ready, I don't even kiss on a first date.
The first date is for getting to know the other person.

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touche touche

My Date Part I

It's 6:15pm, and Mariah pulls up outside my work to take me home in her 1999 Ford Explorer. She's an hour late. I open the door and slide into the passenger seat. Mariah smells to me like a summer's day in California, but other people may recognize the scent of lemon household cleanser on her breath. She flashes me a toothy smile "hey champ!" and slams the pedal. Staring at her magnificent foot, I make a note to buy her some anti-fungal cream.

Any celebrity? Living or dead?
*wonders if we can go by generation because there's a lot of people i'd like to ask questions of*

I think I'd go with Audie Murphy (not for a romantic type date, more of a question and answer type date)

After seeing the movie To Hell and Back - he's a historical figure I would love to talk with about all the things he saw and did.

For those of you who don't know who i'm talking about - a nice way to get a good idea of who he was is:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Audie_Murphy

He died 40 years ago..

My Date Part II

Mariah breathily husks "baby, I'm gonna treat you tonight" as we pull up outside her favorite restaurant. Because this is our special night, she's letting me choose three things from the dollar menu. She gets a bad press from time to time, but I wish people could see her generosity. I get two cheeseburgers and an apple pie. Mariah gets the happy meal, she's collecting the toys. When she belches in front of me, the vanilla milkshake smell makes me imagine we are on a hammock in Tahiti.

Ooooh I liek this thread.
Clive Owen, all the way. Rugged raspy voice and 5 O clock shadow is irresistible in a man, plus him knowing how to kick ass doesn't hurt his attractiveness.
He'd speed up in the mazarratti I rented and say plainly, "get in."
Flying through the town and dodging traffic, he wouldn't look at me the whole time, and we don't say a word. But that's ok, Clive doesn't have to talk much to convey his feelings of passionate, zesty love.
Seafront at a modern looking restaurant, and he gets out. But I notice he's locked the doors, I can't get out. Before I start feeling too foolish, the car clicks and he opens my door. "I hope you dont mind my driving," he says cleanly with a slight smile. I only smile and blush. He takes my arm and we strut in, I tell the host my name and he directs us outside to our table, alone in the court yard.
While we drink and chat a bit, Clive is continually looking around, inspecting the crowds.
We're really hitting it off, and Clive is making that eye contact that soo endearing. But before we can even order dessert, it happens. He grabs my arm and snatches me down to the ground just before a barrage of bullets fly in our direction.
"not even one damn dinner. I'm sorry, but our meal will have to be cut short. Stay here," he says calmly, which I find odd since bullets continue to dot the table he has flipped over in front of us. He darts out front behind the table and the popping sound of gunfire increases. After a good old modern shoot off, Clive returns to the table and takes my hand, guiding my outside to our maserati. He opens my door and we drive away, when I notice he is bleeding from the abdomen.
Our date is cut short by his need to go to the hospital, but he leaves me with the assurance that we will surely run away together to a tropical secluded island in the pacific somewhere.
He never called.

My Date Part III

It's 7:30pm. Mariah and I are home at last. We can't linger though, we are going out tonight and need to quickly get dressed. As I pull a fresh shirt over my chest, Mariah sniffs around the dirty laundry basket, rooting around for the most acceptable panties. Once dressed, we head back into her Ford Explorer. The Madagascan chamber orchestra is playing La Boheme at the city opera tonight, and we have tickets for row F. On the drive to the opera we giggle and laugh at each other as we try to translate Pablo Neruda's poetry from Spanish to Farsi and then to Dutch.