This is one of the 3 field reports from the past month that I thought I'd post. It's pretty funny
Sunday I was sitting on my computer at home, chatting with a few people from Myspace. If you guys don't know what Myspace is, you have to check it out (www.myspace.com) It's basically the same crap as match.com and such, but it's more casual and not so hell bent on 'hooking up'. Its a little like Friendster though so you have to be careful. The best part is that it's completely free.
So anyway, I was sitting on the internet, talking to a girl that I've chatted a few times with in the past. Her name is Alison. She is 18 and goes to school about an hour away (close to Atlantic City). The conversations were never good though so I just took her off of my buddy list assuming that she wouldn't ever be down for actually hanging out. The girl is pretty hot, and she seems cool but she has an issue with meeting people from the internet. We actually debated about girls sleeping with guys casually. I, of course, defended it and we ended that topic by her saying "I guess it's cool but it's really just not for me. I couldn't do that".
After a while of talking with her, I asked her to hang out. I was drinking beer by myself, she was drinking vodka by herself so I told her that before we get drunk, we should just meet up so that we don't show one of the key indicators of alchoholism. Eventually, after some nagging she agreed to meet up. She wanted me to drive to her school though and I wasn't about to drive that far. She didn't want to drive to my place either. So we agreed to meet at the only place that I know between us on the AC Expressway: a rest stop.
So lets sum this up. I met up with an 18 year old girl from the internet, at a truck stop. Now how about THAT for some romance.
What's funny is, she was SO weary about meeting people from the internet, yet she agreed to meet me, ALONE, in the middle of nowhere at a Rest Stop. Hollywood couldn't have scripted a better beginning of a horror movie. Haha.
So anyway, I show up and she's waiting there in her car. Immediately we're both sarcastic, and busting each other's balls which is good. She was almost too sarcastic for me in that she seemed to get an attitude about everything. But it was ok, it was kinda fun out witting her. She had her guard up from the start though, because on Myspace I keep a public journal about all of the fvcked up shyt that I do. So she's read through all of that, and she also knows about the 36 year old cable chick from friday night. So I kinda figured I wasn't going to get much from this girl. She knows I'm a wh0re.
I took her back to my house and immediately fix her a drink. I was going to flood her with Everclear, but the last time I did that to a girl she collapsed on my living room floor and I had to carry her into my bed where she drooled and snored the entire night. Useless. So instead I used it's calmer, distant cousin: Vodka. I made drinks and we watched "Girl Next Door".
We never even really watched the movie. We spent the first hour talking. She was being more physical. The alcohol was kicking in. She would kiss me on my cheek, and eventually planted the first kiss on my lips. We made out for about a minute then I stopped her and kept talking to her. We'd make out again and I stopped her. It was driving her crazy. At one point she asked "What's wrong?" and I played dumb and she said "nevermind". Haha. For a girl that "isn't for" casual relationships with guys, she sure is getting a little bothered by my "prudeness".
We make out more and for longer periods of time. She said "Listen, we're both drunk. I think I'm going to stay here tonight if that's alright with you." Nice. But she kept talking about how I'm a wh0re, and how she could never trust me. And I said "That's ironic that you can't trust me after hearing me tell you the truth all the time." It was at this point that I could tell she needed some more work before she'd let herself fvck* me. She was young, and naive...so I knew exactly what to do.
I put on Eric Clapton and slow danced with her around my living room. Sure, that shyt is incredibly corney but she was 18 so she ate it up.
15 minutes later she asked me if I had condoms. Game over.
Sunday I was sitting on my computer at home, chatting with a few people from Myspace. If you guys don't know what Myspace is, you have to check it out (www.myspace.com) It's basically the same crap as match.com and such, but it's more casual and not so hell bent on 'hooking up'. Its a little like Friendster though so you have to be careful. The best part is that it's completely free.
So anyway, I was sitting on the internet, talking to a girl that I've chatted a few times with in the past. Her name is Alison. She is 18 and goes to school about an hour away (close to Atlantic City). The conversations were never good though so I just took her off of my buddy list assuming that she wouldn't ever be down for actually hanging out. The girl is pretty hot, and she seems cool but she has an issue with meeting people from the internet. We actually debated about girls sleeping with guys casually. I, of course, defended it and we ended that topic by her saying "I guess it's cool but it's really just not for me. I couldn't do that".
After a while of talking with her, I asked her to hang out. I was drinking beer by myself, she was drinking vodka by herself so I told her that before we get drunk, we should just meet up so that we don't show one of the key indicators of alchoholism. Eventually, after some nagging she agreed to meet up. She wanted me to drive to her school though and I wasn't about to drive that far. She didn't want to drive to my place either. So we agreed to meet at the only place that I know between us on the AC Expressway: a rest stop.
So lets sum this up. I met up with an 18 year old girl from the internet, at a truck stop. Now how about THAT for some romance.
What's funny is, she was SO weary about meeting people from the internet, yet she agreed to meet me, ALONE, in the middle of nowhere at a Rest Stop. Hollywood couldn't have scripted a better beginning of a horror movie. Haha.
So anyway, I show up and she's waiting there in her car. Immediately we're both sarcastic, and busting each other's balls which is good. She was almost too sarcastic for me in that she seemed to get an attitude about everything. But it was ok, it was kinda fun out witting her. She had her guard up from the start though, because on Myspace I keep a public journal about all of the fvcked up shyt that I do. So she's read through all of that, and she also knows about the 36 year old cable chick from friday night. So I kinda figured I wasn't going to get much from this girl. She knows I'm a wh0re.
I took her back to my house and immediately fix her a drink. I was going to flood her with Everclear, but the last time I did that to a girl she collapsed on my living room floor and I had to carry her into my bed where she drooled and snored the entire night. Useless. So instead I used it's calmer, distant cousin: Vodka. I made drinks and we watched "Girl Next Door".
We never even really watched the movie. We spent the first hour talking. She was being more physical. The alcohol was kicking in. She would kiss me on my cheek, and eventually planted the first kiss on my lips. We made out for about a minute then I stopped her and kept talking to her. We'd make out again and I stopped her. It was driving her crazy. At one point she asked "What's wrong?" and I played dumb and she said "nevermind". Haha. For a girl that "isn't for" casual relationships with guys, she sure is getting a little bothered by my "prudeness".
We make out more and for longer periods of time. She said "Listen, we're both drunk. I think I'm going to stay here tonight if that's alright with you." Nice. But she kept talking about how I'm a wh0re, and how she could never trust me. And I said "That's ironic that you can't trust me after hearing me tell you the truth all the time." It was at this point that I could tell she needed some more work before she'd let herself fvck* me. She was young, and naive...so I knew exactly what to do.
I put on Eric Clapton and slow danced with her around my living room. Sure, that shyt is incredibly corney but she was 18 so she ate it up.
15 minutes later she asked me if I had condoms. Game over.
