Yesterday I was driving up Wickeden St. at the usual 3 miles and hour. Cuz traffic knows of no other speed. And I'm playing ....Audioslave I think it was.
And a really cute chick walks up to my window and says "Hey asshole, You wanna turn that down?"
Now the first thing that hits my mind is, "Now this is what I'm talking about!"
She was hot too. And leaning on my passenger door wondering why I'm not reacting. And then I remember my lil promise.
FUCK!!!
So I say," Hi"
blah blah for a sec or 2
"Look I'd love to explain why you're wrong but I'm kinda driving. SO I'm gonna go park and you can grab me a coffee in there. I'll be right behind you."
Various swears and insults insue
So I go in 5 minutes later and shes there not entirly shocked I showed but slighty shocked at the situation.
"Whatcha get me?"
"I got ME a latte"
This chick has giant brass shiny chickballs. But never the less she is still sitting alone at a separate table from where her friends and her were earlier. They are eavesdropping and in shock at what they must think is going to be a serious clash of egos. I know shes used to having guys intimidated by her quick wit and complete willingness to punch them. A personality I L O V E. I personally believe that fights are bad for a relationship. But arguements turn me on big time. Something about a girl who won't back down from me. Who I can see as a serious equal and who I can go toe to toe with.
<drool>
It's so boring always being dominant. Or always being submissive. I much rather have someone who is big bright and right there. Who has a nature that demands being interacted with and engaged.
GOD does this suck for me.
So we get into this arguement for an hour. My point is simply that there is idiocy in playing rock or metal quietly. It's ridiculous. Plus I don't own an amp or a sub. And it's not bass up the ass like the guido wigger hopefulls on the other side of the highway. What is the point of playing something ballsy at 10?
On a side note please excuse my overuse of the word "balls" in this post.
So here I am with a girl who I want to screw sooooooooooo baddly. (Which for me is actually very rare) and I'm stuck in this stupid selebisy promise. (yes I know I spelt it wrong).
No women. Period. So it's becoming obvious that I'm leaving. One of us is going to have to mention further contact. No way in hell it's going to be her. Not cuz she's a female and thinks she doesnt have to. But because she'll be damned if she let's me win another one. And this girl is pure sex. Admitadly a part time stripper. She says she is kinda a nympho. She's not, I know she's not. But it's still nice to hear. Althought the whole stripper thing is kinda a red flag. Sorry but Strip clubs north of NY are nuthing but trouble.
"So are you going to be a pussy and just leave now?" she says.
"Yep. No women for a month. Sorry. But thems the breaks."
What some girl dump you and you're all pathetic?"
"Actually I've been having way t much sex. Need to breath a little. Here's my number. You can call anytime after after November 10th. See you around."
Followed by my "special" kisses. I am a good kisser. I kiss better than I fuck, better than I eat pussy, better than I fight. It is honestly my best skill. I've actually taught people. And 80% of the time I'm not trying. "Special" kisses involve a little secret that I WILL NEVER SHARE!!!
And the whole walk to the car I am seriously very pissed. I am teeth grinding, fist clenching annoyed. Cuz i know she won't call. Not cuz of any flakiness or insecurity by either of us, but because I wouldn't call. Life is to busy to remember a girl for a month.
Well I still stand behind my anti women month. But god this sux.
And a really cute chick walks up to my window and says "Hey asshole, You wanna turn that down?"
Now the first thing that hits my mind is, "Now this is what I'm talking about!"
She was hot too. And leaning on my passenger door wondering why I'm not reacting. And then I remember my lil promise.
FUCK!!!
So I say," Hi"
blah blah for a sec or 2
"Look I'd love to explain why you're wrong but I'm kinda driving. SO I'm gonna go park and you can grab me a coffee in there. I'll be right behind you."
Various swears and insults insue
So I go in 5 minutes later and shes there not entirly shocked I showed but slighty shocked at the situation.
"Whatcha get me?"
"I got ME a latte"
This chick has giant brass shiny chickballs. But never the less she is still sitting alone at a separate table from where her friends and her were earlier. They are eavesdropping and in shock at what they must think is going to be a serious clash of egos. I know shes used to having guys intimidated by her quick wit and complete willingness to punch them. A personality I L O V E. I personally believe that fights are bad for a relationship. But arguements turn me on big time. Something about a girl who won't back down from me. Who I can see as a serious equal and who I can go toe to toe with.
<drool>
It's so boring always being dominant. Or always being submissive. I much rather have someone who is big bright and right there. Who has a nature that demands being interacted with and engaged.
GOD does this suck for me.
So we get into this arguement for an hour. My point is simply that there is idiocy in playing rock or metal quietly. It's ridiculous. Plus I don't own an amp or a sub. And it's not bass up the ass like the guido wigger hopefulls on the other side of the highway. What is the point of playing something ballsy at 10?
On a side note please excuse my overuse of the word "balls" in this post.
So here I am with a girl who I want to screw sooooooooooo baddly. (Which for me is actually very rare) and I'm stuck in this stupid selebisy promise. (yes I know I spelt it wrong).
No women. Period. So it's becoming obvious that I'm leaving. One of us is going to have to mention further contact. No way in hell it's going to be her. Not cuz she's a female and thinks she doesnt have to. But because she'll be damned if she let's me win another one. And this girl is pure sex. Admitadly a part time stripper. She says she is kinda a nympho. She's not, I know she's not. But it's still nice to hear. Althought the whole stripper thing is kinda a red flag. Sorry but Strip clubs north of NY are nuthing but trouble.
"So are you going to be a pussy and just leave now?" she says.
"Yep. No women for a month. Sorry. But thems the breaks."
What some girl dump you and you're all pathetic?"
"Actually I've been having way t much sex. Need to breath a little. Here's my number. You can call anytime after after November 10th. See you around."
Followed by my "special" kisses. I am a good kisser. I kiss better than I fuck, better than I eat pussy, better than I fight. It is honestly my best skill. I've actually taught people. And 80% of the time I'm not trying. "Special" kisses involve a little secret that I WILL NEVER SHARE!!!
And the whole walk to the car I am seriously very pissed. I am teeth grinding, fist clenching annoyed. Cuz i know she won't call. Not cuz of any flakiness or insecurity by either of us, but because I wouldn't call. Life is to busy to remember a girl for a month.
Well I still stand behind my anti women month. But god this sux.
Just gotta make sure I warn her so I dont get bitten, spanked, prodded, slapped, pulled, yanked, shocked, or cut.