Mike32ct
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I always say drop the ego and don't cherry pick your FRs. Post the bad ones too. So here I go... The thumbs down is no accident this time .
I text this HB8 to see what she's up to.
Mike: Hey
HB8: Hiya. I'm getting a manicure and pedicure. I'll call you when I get back.
Mike: <Don't hold your breath.>
Two hours later, the phone rings.
HB8: Hey Mike this is HB8. I got this cool foreign film I want to see. Since it's snowing really bad tonight, want to come over? I'll make spaghetti too. How about 7pm?
Mike: Sounds good. See you then.
An hour before, received these text messages from her:
HB8: Do you have any wine? I'm almost out of white wine.
HB8: We'll have a fun night stuck in the snow
Mike: Sure.
Drive to liquor store. It's full of people. Good, they're still open. The pr*ck owner or manager locks the entrance door just as I get to the door because of the storm. Nice lol.
Drive to 24 hour grocery store. At this point, even beer is ok. It's before 9pm so they probably still sell it. I see this cutie working in the store.
Mike: Excuse me, which isle has the beer?
HB7.5: We don't sell alcohol.
Mike: Ok thank you anyway
Mike: <You don't understand my dilemma honey lol>
Driving home, I remembers a bottle of red wine my boss gave me for Xmas. It's gonna have to work. The roads are getting REALLY bad. Parked the car. She only lives a couple blocks away. I'm going to walk. Get bundled up and walk with the wine in a bag.
Arrive at her front door. Ring the bell.
HB8: Hey good to see you.
Mike: <Goes for greeting kiss>
She gives me her cheek. Ok, so far so bad.
HB8: You brought red wine? I was drinking white before. Is it ok to mix it?
Mike: I have no idea. <I'm too honest for my own good.>
HB8: I'll finish the white I have, and you can drink the red.
At the point, Mike wants to finish the whole bottle, alone lol.
HB8: I'll put the movie on. It's this really SAD foreign film.
Mike: <Sad film is not good, but she really wants to see it, so I guess?>
We eat dinner, then return to the film.
HB8: I can't wait to see this film.
Mike: I like some foreign films. We'll check it out.
HB8: <Starting crying during the movie>
Mike: <Aww cute. Cuddling with her and kinoing her arm>
HB8: <Won't stop crying>
Mike: <Stroking her hair. She settle downs.>
Mike: <Tried a few times to go for a kiss. She avoided eye contact and kissing.>
HB8: Mike?
Mike: Yep.
HB8: Can I tell you something without offending you?
Mike: Sure. I've heard it all.
HB8: You SO don't look like the type I go for.
HB8: I'm usually into, ya know, bad boys.
HB8: You're smart, have a house, good job, and are EVERYTHING I would want.
HB8: What about me?
Mike: <I'm pretty much done with her.> You're not my typical type <smirk>
Mike: <I was hoping for a 5'4" teacher who isn't into sad films and bad boys.>
HB8 receives several text messages.
HB8: Oh, it's my gf so and so.
Mike: Ok <I wasn't born at 8am this morning.>
A few minutes later...
HB8: I'm tired. I'll drive you home.
Mike: Ok <It's the least she can do.>
Drops me off at her house. Doesn't attempt to kiss me. Gives her quick kiss. <Don't know why. Stupid actually.>
When her car pulls away, instead of turning left (towards her place), she turns right to go somewhere else...
Mind you, there is zero traffic, so she wasn't turning around.
<Do I need to explain what that means?>
Mike is disappointed but still a gentleman. Sends a final text.
Mike: Thanks for dinner.
She doesn't respond until 9:30am the NEXT MORNING. <I hope the bad boy was good last night.>
HB8: You're welcome. I had a nice time
<Emphasis added>
I text this HB8 to see what she's up to.
Mike: Hey
HB8: Hiya. I'm getting a manicure and pedicure. I'll call you when I get back.
Mike: <Don't hold your breath.>
Two hours later, the phone rings.
HB8: Hey Mike this is HB8. I got this cool foreign film I want to see. Since it's snowing really bad tonight, want to come over? I'll make spaghetti too. How about 7pm?
Mike: Sounds good. See you then.
An hour before, received these text messages from her:
HB8: Do you have any wine? I'm almost out of white wine.
HB8: We'll have a fun night stuck in the snow
Mike: Sure.
Drive to liquor store. It's full of people. Good, they're still open. The pr*ck owner or manager locks the entrance door just as I get to the door because of the storm. Nice lol.
Drive to 24 hour grocery store. At this point, even beer is ok. It's before 9pm so they probably still sell it. I see this cutie working in the store.
Mike: Excuse me, which isle has the beer?
HB7.5: We don't sell alcohol.
Mike: Ok thank you anyway
Mike: <You don't understand my dilemma honey lol>
Driving home, I remembers a bottle of red wine my boss gave me for Xmas. It's gonna have to work. The roads are getting REALLY bad. Parked the car. She only lives a couple blocks away. I'm going to walk. Get bundled up and walk with the wine in a bag.
Arrive at her front door. Ring the bell.
HB8: Hey good to see you.
Mike: <Goes for greeting kiss>
She gives me her cheek. Ok, so far so bad.
HB8: You brought red wine? I was drinking white before. Is it ok to mix it?
Mike: I have no idea. <I'm too honest for my own good.>
HB8: I'll finish the white I have, and you can drink the red.
At the point, Mike wants to finish the whole bottle, alone lol.
HB8: I'll put the movie on. It's this really SAD foreign film.
Mike: <Sad film is not good, but she really wants to see it, so I guess?>
We eat dinner, then return to the film.
HB8: I can't wait to see this film.
Mike: I like some foreign films. We'll check it out.
HB8: <Starting crying during the movie>
Mike: <Aww cute. Cuddling with her and kinoing her arm>
HB8: <Won't stop crying>
Mike: <Stroking her hair. She settle downs.>
Mike: <Tried a few times to go for a kiss. She avoided eye contact and kissing.>
HB8: Mike?
Mike: Yep.
HB8: Can I tell you something without offending you?
Mike: Sure. I've heard it all.
HB8: You SO don't look like the type I go for.
HB8: I'm usually into, ya know, bad boys.
HB8: You're smart, have a house, good job, and are EVERYTHING I would want.
HB8: What about me?
Mike: <I'm pretty much done with her.> You're not my typical type <smirk>
Mike: <I was hoping for a 5'4" teacher who isn't into sad films and bad boys.>
HB8 receives several text messages.
HB8: Oh, it's my gf so and so.
Mike: Ok <I wasn't born at 8am this morning.>
A few minutes later...
HB8: I'm tired. I'll drive you home.
Mike: Ok <It's the least she can do.>
Drops me off at her house. Doesn't attempt to kiss me. Gives her quick kiss. <Don't know why. Stupid actually.>
When her car pulls away, instead of turning left (towards her place), she turns right to go somewhere else...
Mind you, there is zero traffic, so she wasn't turning around.
<Do I need to explain what that means?>
Mike is disappointed but still a gentleman. Sends a final text.
Mike: Thanks for dinner.
She doesn't respond until 9:30am the NEXT MORNING. <I hope the bad boy was good last night.>
HB8: You're welcome. I had a nice time
<Emphasis added>