PRMoon
Master Don Juan
A few days ago I had a half way decent girl come over my house. I'd met her at a party and she said she'd like to stop by the next time I had a day off.
Anyway my friend stops by the same day. Apparenty he had off of work so he'd bless me with his presense. He's an okay guy, definatly not one of my wingmen, but he's a guy to hang around with ya know.
So he arrived before she did and asked if he could fire up my x-box (hey somethin's gotta keep me out of trouble during the day) and play for a bit. I figure why not, he's harmless enough, when she stops by he'll know to leave.
Wrong! Even after telling him that I had a lady stopping by he couldn't get a clue if Holmes himself smacked him in the face with it. She gets there and sits on my love seat, next to me while my still playing x-box friend sat on the sofa. I tried to have a standard conversation with the girl, "How long have you been her?" "I like those nice white kicks" "Have you been the the bars/clubs her?" etc etc etc. My friend however used more profound satments like "I only go clubs if I want to f*ck a b*tch" and "All the girls here are just wh*res, there's no hope." To cite some of the NICER things he said.
I had no chance. She was ready to leave maybe 20 mins after being there. I could see it on her face and by the way she was sitting. I didn't even bother telling her that I'd call her when she rocketed down the stairs out of my appartment. In fact I've already taken her name out of my phone.
With friends like that who needs enemies, huh?
Anyway my friend stops by the same day. Apparenty he had off of work so he'd bless me with his presense. He's an okay guy, definatly not one of my wingmen, but he's a guy to hang around with ya know.
So he arrived before she did and asked if he could fire up my x-box (hey somethin's gotta keep me out of trouble during the day) and play for a bit. I figure why not, he's harmless enough, when she stops by he'll know to leave.
Wrong! Even after telling him that I had a lady stopping by he couldn't get a clue if Holmes himself smacked him in the face with it. She gets there and sits on my love seat, next to me while my still playing x-box friend sat on the sofa. I tried to have a standard conversation with the girl, "How long have you been her?" "I like those nice white kicks" "Have you been the the bars/clubs her?" etc etc etc. My friend however used more profound satments like "I only go clubs if I want to f*ck a b*tch" and "All the girls here are just wh*res, there's no hope." To cite some of the NICER things he said.
I had no chance. She was ready to leave maybe 20 mins after being there. I could see it on her face and by the way she was sitting. I didn't even bother telling her that I'd call her when she rocketed down the stairs out of my appartment. In fact I've already taken her name out of my phone.
With friends like that who needs enemies, huh?