a night on the town...
Well...inspired by another person having a night on the town right nowLast night a buddy of mine Nick and I went out to the big city....a city of about 5000 people. That is huge around here.
We both concluded it as being a successful night...laying the ground work. It started out at the oldest pub in town, been open since the late 1800's, with some chick talking about slitting my neck. I didn't do crap to her. She was kinda mumbling to me and I didn't hear what she said. Later she came over and starting rubbing herself on my buddy and I. She told me she wanted to dance with me...there was no dancing going on and.... ....I just kinda left the area and later told my buddy that the slit your neck statement was a deal breaker. She was kinda cute. My buddy and I were speculating of how beautiful she would be if she brushed her teeth in the last week or so, put on a nice dress, and maybe a touch of make up and maybe some contacts. ...she would have been smoking. ...she was a short little red-head with a nice rack disguised by her sweatshirt.
We left that place to go to another place. There a woman I recognized from poker came over and we started talking. He had another poker lady player with her and another friend. We all chatted for some time until they moved to the next bar...telling us to come with them. Well, we were heading that way anyway. Don't make any mistakes, not really our types. But, we went to the next bar and we just walked by them. ...we didn't think they noticed us. ....naw...they did. The non-poker player lady came over and asked why we didn't go by them. ...I said there were no seats over there and we were going to go over there. She didn't buy it. She started rubbing up to my buddy...while two 20 something chicks sat to my left. I started chatting with them. One of them recognized me...and they shared a sip of their drink with me. Success! Laying some ground work.
Anyway, my buddy and I decided to go back to the bar where the psycho woman was at. Well...the one that was rubbing up to my buddy wanted to go with us. All the time, my buddy was giving me that look like...please rescue me. What could I do? I told her, sure...you can come with. I got all the pigs and shit out of the back of my car.
The moral of the story...it is nice when women approach men. More women should do that. :)
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Psycho women who don't brush their teeth? That sounds good to me, right about now.
Just think, if you haven't had lunch or dinner, you can kiss her and eat lunch at the same time.
Robert...I really think you would have loved her. ....you want to talk about not going to sleep.
To have slept with her....I would recommend a padded room...or something similar, with no sharp objects around.
I remember when a girl would send her boyfriend a LOCK of her hair from her head. One lady once sent me a lock of hair from somewhere else on her body. That's discussing, err disgusting.. but for some strange reason, I kinda liked it.
yes, yes, I confess, I need a nice lady, badly..
Especially if she gets food stamps, that would be better.
Are You Sure?!
Try The Home Depot!
Many Women's? Go In There....
now you know I only have eyes for your videos.
just kidding, just kidding
Uhhhh! What About $ 50,000?
" I Will Talk Kindly To You"
the last time I went to a home depot, I told the lady in the garden area, "I'm single and looking for something that makes Pansies look better and brighter."
She answered, "Ah, you're looking for a Hoe! Over there by the hole diggers. Or I can give you a few numbers to massage parlors."
Really, she said that. I wouldn't lie if I didn't have to.
....You Lying!
more pages have been added to my birds and bees book. It's wider than that "War & Peace" book. As a fact of matter, one may need a forklift to pick it up.
Plenty Women Be In Hardware Stores.
Plus! We Need To Meet Men's That Know How To Fix Things.
duh!
one day I went to a hardware store, and the lady there was attractive, but then she held up a 32 ounce soda cup and spit her chewing tobacco in it. The darn cup was almost full of her tobacco spit.
THEN, just as she was going to give me back my change, she slightly hit the jar and it fell over, right onto the floor, all the spit and everything.. just a big puddle of yuck!
Kiss Where The Sun Doesn't Shine.
Kiss you where the shining sun does not hit....that sounds like an interesting proposition now. Where could that be? What areas on you does the shining sun not hit. I can think of a couple.
I still need to make it out by you yet. I think we would have a great time hitting the city. With your charm and my desperate nature, we might just get lucky and not end up behind bars for the night.
Come on out to California someday. I'll introduce you to lots of lady friends. err, just be sure to bring lots of condiments, ketchup, mustard, relish...
Under My Armpit! Got dog...
you look really pretty as a blonde, but then again, you looked pretty as a brunette too.. or any hair color.