I decided to elaborate on the wonderful time I had at Outlaws.
I met the most amazing girl in Calgary ever last weekend. I was busting out some badass dance moves at the newly fixed up Outlaws club. On a side note, its an alright place even though the people there usually suck. This hot little brunet girl walks up to me and asks me to dance (which I thought was really cute seeing as nobody asks people to dance anymore...they usually just grab them) and she takes me by the hand and gives me one of the best nights I've ever had.
We get to talking whilst grinding and I find out her name is Colleen (I know, I know, it's kindof strange but I got used to it. Plus, she spells her name the correct way at least, and her tits arn't saggy when outside of a bra. The whole multi girlfriends with the same name seems to be showing up out of nowhere quite a bit lately, what with Rob and his three girlfriends named Laura...).
Before I even mention that I'm a pitcher for a very respectable ball club, she informs me of her love for baseball. At first I thought it was just flirting bullshit but I tested her and it's legit. How many girls can mimic Gary Sheffields batting stance when asked? Shes an honest girl too as she admited to actually liking the Yankees (anyone who says they hate them only say that because they are jealous and wish they were a Yank too).
She managed to remove the bad wrap that the name Colleen/Coleen/Kollliene has gotten over the last year (what with the lieing, cheating, narcissism, selfishness and greed) in a single night. I was very impressed.
After a bit of talking at the tables we go back to dancing and things start to heat up. And I don't mean between us, I mean the room temperature sky rocketed up like 20 degrees. And even though 50 Cent isn't the most romatic of music artists I decided it was the right moment to go in for the kiss. So I lean in 90% and she leans in the other 10 and yada yada yada there was quite a bit of tongue for the rest of the night.
[As a side note, when Colleen went off to take a leak or do whatever girls do in bathrooms, this random fat whale of a bitch randomly jumps all over with me and starts grinding me with a grip that challenges that of a Kodiak bears. It was one of the grossest things I've ever experianced. There were so many people heaving their sweaty bodies around me that I couldn't break free. It was terrible. And then the worst thing imaginable happened. She leaned in 90%...so I leaned back a good -20% with the biggest moleman face I could make. Oh god, that was horrid. Just the thought of that sickly purple slimy tongue writhing around between those fat, greasy lips of hers makes me want to puke. Luckly, a gap formed in the crowd because at this point people were starting to notice this sacrelige and they were backing away, so I took advantage of it and bolted.]
I literally ran into Colleen on the way out (she just thought I was really excited to see her again). Eventually we both peaced out on Outlaws and went back to my hotel room. It was cool being able to take a girl back to a hotel room without actually paying for it (it was a team expense after all). This is where the details stop, and all anyone needs to know is it was a good idea to bring condoms with me.
She called me the next day at like 9 in the morning. At first I was a little bitter because I generally ban people from phoning me before noon but I got over it. We talk pretty much every day now and I'm pretty sure we are going to go out when I move down there in a month.
I'm still a little skeptical of the whole relationship thing though because every girl I go out with turns out to be a selfish, gready, whore who is over opinionated and in love with themselves. At this point in time, I don't really see a point to dating anyone. But who knows, things change.
I met the most amazing girl in Calgary ever last weekend. I was busting out some badass dance moves at the newly fixed up Outlaws club. On a side note, its an alright place even though the people there usually suck. This hot little brunet girl walks up to me and asks me to dance (which I thought was really cute seeing as nobody asks people to dance anymore...they usually just grab them) and she takes me by the hand and gives me one of the best nights I've ever had.
We get to talking whilst grinding and I find out her name is Colleen (I know, I know, it's kindof strange but I got used to it. Plus, she spells her name the correct way at least, and her tits arn't saggy when outside of a bra. The whole multi girlfriends with the same name seems to be showing up out of nowhere quite a bit lately, what with Rob and his three girlfriends named Laura...).
Before I even mention that I'm a pitcher for a very respectable ball club, she informs me of her love for baseball. At first I thought it was just flirting bullshit but I tested her and it's legit. How many girls can mimic Gary Sheffields batting stance when asked? Shes an honest girl too as she admited to actually liking the Yankees (anyone who says they hate them only say that because they are jealous and wish they were a Yank too).
She managed to remove the bad wrap that the name Colleen/Coleen/Kollliene has gotten over the last year (what with the lieing, cheating, narcissism, selfishness and greed) in a single night. I was very impressed.
After a bit of talking at the tables we go back to dancing and things start to heat up. And I don't mean between us, I mean the room temperature sky rocketed up like 20 degrees. And even though 50 Cent isn't the most romatic of music artists I decided it was the right moment to go in for the kiss. So I lean in 90% and she leans in the other 10 and yada yada yada there was quite a bit of tongue for the rest of the night.
[As a side note, when Colleen went off to take a leak or do whatever girls do in bathrooms, this random fat whale of a bitch randomly jumps all over with me and starts grinding me with a grip that challenges that of a Kodiak bears. It was one of the grossest things I've ever experianced. There were so many people heaving their sweaty bodies around me that I couldn't break free. It was terrible. And then the worst thing imaginable happened. She leaned in 90%...so I leaned back a good -20% with the biggest moleman face I could make. Oh god, that was horrid. Just the thought of that sickly purple slimy tongue writhing around between those fat, greasy lips of hers makes me want to puke. Luckly, a gap formed in the crowd because at this point people were starting to notice this sacrelige and they were backing away, so I took advantage of it and bolted.]
I literally ran into Colleen on the way out (she just thought I was really excited to see her again). Eventually we both peaced out on Outlaws and went back to my hotel room. It was cool being able to take a girl back to a hotel room without actually paying for it (it was a team expense after all). This is where the details stop, and all anyone needs to know is it was a good idea to bring condoms with me.
She called me the next day at like 9 in the morning. At first I was a little bitter because I generally ban people from phoning me before noon but I got over it. We talk pretty much every day now and I'm pretty sure we are going to go out when I move down there in a month.
I'm still a little skeptical of the whole relationship thing though because every girl I go out with turns out to be a selfish, gready, whore who is over opinionated and in love with themselves. At this point in time, I don't really see a point to dating anyone. But who knows, things change.
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
The was business is going I'm going to have to wait to buy it. that and my girlfriend get jellous of the female voice on my computers' BIOS; so I might just skip it...