Nerd Mentality

I Love Leslie

Leaving my friends behind was such a pity,
Yet you have helped me to find my way.
Leslie, it isn't enough to say that you're pretty;
When I'm in your arms I know I'll be okay.
And to think I almost regretted coming to this city!
I affectionately thank you for making me so gay,
As with each visit, it's as if our love begins anew,
More passionate than the mind can readily construe.

Late last night, as I was brushing my long and beautiful tresses wearing nothing but my pretty pink undergarments in the privacy of my comfortable chamber, I was understandably startled when I suddenly heard my "Thriller" ring tone emanate from my pink cell phone. "Who can possibly be calling me," I thought to myself with a feeling of disbelief as I've granted precious few access to my cell phone number, and even fewer commonly call me as they know full well that I am quite opposed to talking for more than five minutes at a time on cell phones. As luck would have it, it was none other than my dear friend Leslie whom I had not seen nor heard from in quite some time. Since this was a rather extraordinary turn of events, I willingly relinquished my usual five minute cell phone call policy and granted Leslie my undivided attention.

Perhaps I should explain why I would make time to talk with Leslie. Five years ago, when I was a relative newcomer to my current community, I was feeling a bit dejected as my heart was still very much attached to my previous community. I had made a lot of special memories there, and the couple of friends I did make there were bosom friends. Truly, it pained my soul to leave them, but as the saying goes, "life goes on." In those early days in the city which I was to now call home, I tried oh so hard to hide my true emotions by wearing a smile; of course, these were the days before I had taken to concealing my face from view with dark sunglasses and surgical masks. In retrospect, this effort to hide my sadness with a contrived grin was, in all likelihood, a futile one.

On a seemingly normal day, as I sat in a Dentist's lobby waiting to be seen for a routine check up, my emotions finally caught up with me and I must have started crying softly—although I do not remember crying—because before long, a beautiful young girl came up to me with a tissue in hand, perhaps in a kind effort to console me. I thanked her courteously and took the tissue she offered and asked for her name. "Leslie," she responded in a soft tone. At that moment I could not stop thinking about how sweet this Leslie character was for reaching out to me in my time of need as, frankly, all of the other people in that lobby were positively indifferent toward my plight. And to be perfectly honest, there was no doubt that Leslie was pretty. In fact, I can vividly recall what she was wearing that day: a pair of white flip flops, jean shorts, a white tank top, and she had her gorgeous blonde hair tied in a bun. Leslie was and remains a sight to behold, yet there was so much more to her than her splendor as I would soon discover.

Leslie compassionately asked me why I was crying so I explained my situation to her as briefly as I could for at this point I hardly knew her and I didn't want to seem too needy. After hearing my account, Leslie appeared to show genuine concern and sympathy toward my situation. And just like that, to my astonishment, she invited me to her house that very night for a slumber party! I was curious as to why Leslie was so trusting as to invite a complete stranger like me into her residence, but this doubt was transitory for I concluded right then and there that I would be a fool to refuse such an offer as I was an emotional wreck at that point and feeling oh so lonely. Hence I replied, "I would be delighted," trying, with much difficulty, to hold my excitement in. It was at this time that the dentist was ready to see me, and since there was no paper readily available, Leslie simply wrote her telephone number on my hand and she told me to call her for the specific details of the slumber party. The dental checkup went by rather quickly so I was hoping I would be able to speak to Leslie again but the receptionist at the front desk told me that Leslie had already been tended to and left shortly thereafter. This was of little consequence because for the first time in my new city, I was going to pay someone a visit! It would be supremely inadequate to say that I was excited.

The night I would spend at Leslie's lovely home would prove to be wholly magical. I arrived there at about a quarter past nine dressed for the occasion in purple nightclothes and was warmly greeted at the door by Leslie who was dressed quite comfortably in a pink nightdress. I once again thanked her for inviting me and as I crossed the threshold, I could not help but be impressed by the sheer grandness of her residence. Picture this: splendid mahogany flooring accented with fine Persian rugs, brilliant white walls covered with fine oil paintings and old-world tapestries, and an entertainment center decked out with all manner of high tech gadgets and gizmos. I complimented Leslie on her fine home, but she seemed to be rather unimpressed by it all. Perhaps the wonder wears off after time.

At any rate, we soon made our way to and ascended the stairway and proceeded to the master bedroom, the ultimate venue for our slumber party. Apparently Leslie had been a very busy bee before my arrival as everything was already situated in its rightful place. The Sega Saturn was prominently laid out in front of the television with Super Street Fighter II Turbo running, and plenty of goodies were set upon a decorative coffee table. It was almost as if Leslie had ESP as her entire configuration met my approval. By now I think I had finally appreciated what Leslie's true intention was. She sought to drive away my sorrow by showing me a good time in her own special way. Needless to say, I was exceedingly appreciative of her generosity.

We played a few of rounds of Super Turbo and she completely dominated me with her favorite character, E. Honda. During a break, I asked if I could browse her extensive video collection and she said I could. All I can say is that Leslie has absolutely impeccable taste as I immediately found all of my favorite Disney classics as well as Michael Jackson's Moonwalker. Good grief, this was too much! Indeed, before the night was over, we had watched Moonwalker, Pinocchio and Peter Pan. At long last, when the slumber part of the party finally came around, to my surprise, Leslie invited me to sleep with her on the king size bed. It was an offer I could not refuse for at that point I knew Leslie and I had connected on a more profound level, so sleeping with her was not out of the question or inappropriate. We innocently cuddled through the night between silk sheets and I recall feeling so incredibly safe in her arms. If almost by some miracle, this girl, Leslie, had driven away all of my sadness in one fell swoop. I figured that while I would never be able to replace friendships of bygone times, Leslie would certainly aid in bringing me one step closer to peace. That night was but one of our many special moments together as Leslie would continually outdo herself over the course of the next half-decade.

Fast forwarding back to last night, Leslie told me that she wished to have another slumber party. Seeing as how it has been such a long time since I last saw her, I told her in a facetiously sultry tone that I would be happy to sleep with her again. She laughed and said that she would see me Sunday night. Needless to say, I can't wait for Sunday night to come around! But that is quite enough about me. Have you ever had a friend that successfully drove away all of your sadness? Have you ever slept with that friend in a king sized bed with silk sheets? Please share your stories for I am quite sure they will be interesting.
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Anbesol

dude - you totally need to have sex with leslie at the slumber party. quit being such a no-sex pervert and just have some ****ing sex.

As Ron Burgundy would say "When in Rome...."

StJimmy

Cliffs?

Cliff notes? Hot girl, odd (emo) guy, video games and spooning.
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LinKami Deschain

lol

I'm glad I was able to inspire a happy emotion such as mirth in one of my N-Philes friends. I know there's no malice behind your laughter.

kinopio

Thank you Neo Atlantis for this touching story.

You're very welcome kinopio. I would only ever submit such a personal post on the N-Philes message board (and perhaps George's message board) since this happens to be a forum where I can have full confidence that the posters will maturely and intelligently respond to anything I submit. I love you all from the bottom of my heart.

gonestarfishin

oh for pete's sake

Did I offend you gonestarfishin? If so, let me clearly state that that was not my intention and I offer you my humblest apologies.

Dragon164z

This story just doesn't measure up. Why wouldn't there be any paper readily available in a dentist's office?

I'M CALLING BS!

Also, Leslie is sometimes a man's name...

As far as I can remember, that was the case. While it may seem strange, that was the circumstance on that particular day. Also, while I've never asked Leslie about her sex, my eyes do not lie. She looks to be female from all angles.

KyuubiWarrior

Jess, I think you found your new boyfriend.

Do you live in Canada Neo Atlantis?

I live in sunny California, and I do not believe I have ever disclosed my sex on this message board. For the time being, I'd like to keep things that way.

Anbesol

dude - you totally need to have sex with leslie at the slumber party. quit being such a no-sex pervert and just have some ****ing sex.

Thanks for your thoughtful advice Anbesol, but I am without sexual wants or desires. I wouldn't dream of engaging in sexual intercourse with Leslie, if that were even possible.

Daisy

For someone so supposedly shy about everything, you certainly didn't hesitate in letting us all know you were in some "pretty pink underclothes". Does what you were wearing have anything to do with the story other than trying to lead people to imagine you in your pink undergarments? I unbanned you because you seem like a harmless, yet weird kid, and yes I am still pretty sure it's just a joke account, however, I will have no qualms banning you again if you start up again.

I felt that detail was essential to adequately covey the state of serenity I was in. Even so, I humbly apologize to you Daisy. I understand that you make the rules around here, so I will try my hardest to abide by them. I applaud you for your tireless efforts in keeping this message board devoid of questionable material. More power to you.

matz8916

Is this neo atlantis a guy or girl? I love reading your 1200 word essays they are just really fun to enjoy.

As I have said before, I wish for my sex to remain secret for now. I am confident you will grant me this concession. And you're very sweet for saying that my posts are fun matz8916. I enjoy reading your posts as well.

DanMo

yo...that was awesome

Thanks Danmo. You're very kind.

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Advance

If not for your Thriller ringtone, I was about to ask whether the first encounter was in 1995. Sega Saturn? Blargh.

I too also took note that Leslie is sexually ambiguous, as are the terms nightclothes and nightdress.

You remain as astute as ever Advance however I have no reason to believe that Leslie is anything other than female.
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Crunchy

Neo, why don't you post on N_G anymore

The recent topics there have been a tad out of my league, but I'll jump in from time to time when I can relate to whatever is being discussed. I will try to start more threads there shortly. It's truly a wonderful forum and I am glad to be a member there.
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Neo Atlantis

brushing my long and beautiful tresses wearing nothing but my pretty pink undergarments

Very, very few men call their hair "long, beautiful tresses" and men don't wear more than one undergarment. The fact that it's plural is significant.

Not like it matters anyways.

LinKami Deschain

is that a first on n-philes? an actual lesbian? not just a gay guy acting tough (coco).

There was that one crazy bitch who thought that MGS2 was God's gift to gaming.
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Daisy

We've had lesbians.

lesbians obsessed with mj?
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TendoGamer

I's been HACKERED!

TendoGamer

I's been HACKERED!

Daisy

Does it really matter?

I don't know why it's struck me as odd that you've just now said this again after threatening the OP with this:

Daisy

For someone so supposedly shy about everything, you certainly didn't hesitate in letting us all know you were in some "pretty pink underclothes". Does what you were wearing have anything to do with the story other than trying to lead people to imagine you in your pink undergarments? I unbanned you because you seem like a harmless, yet weird kid, and yes I am still pretty sure it's just a joke account, however, I will have no qualms banning you again if you start up again.

While I do find Neo's posts here somewhat entertaining for the brief moments I stop by, it's not as though he doesn't want the attention, and it's not harming anyone (especially a member you've temped and are threatening to temp again) to fuh around and conjecture about his/her sex/sexual preference. Why not feed the proverbial monster and tickle his epeen? Seems like he needs it anyway.

eta ~ If you find this at all objectionable, delete the post entirely or do whatever it is you need to, but it seems like a perfectly legitimate question.
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