RichardTheFrog
Banned
I've had it for about 2 months. Here are some stories...
-I was at a restaurant/bar called Ale House. It was night. I sat there for like 10 minutes before the bartender said "is that a Lamborghini?" to the guy sitting next to me. The guy said "yea, it's his." And then me and the guy talked about cars for a little while. I'm really not a huge car guy, I'm more of a money guy. I don't find them UNinteresting, I just don't dwell on how interesting some people think they are. But I talked to the bartender for a little while I think. This was almost 2 months ago so hard to remember exactly.
-I went to one of the local strip clubs and lots of people started talking me. Mostly guys, actually. Except this one stripper asked if she could ride in it, but I was too drunk to get her number that day (I'll talk about her more later). But I'm known at a few local strip clubs now as the guy with the Lambo. Not to say that's too terribly exciting, but it is what it is.
-When I first got it, it was silver. It's now blue chrome. In the first days that I bought it, I remember going to the bank and also to Winghouse and the bank teller and bartender looked at me with what can only be described as REVERENCE. Like a deep respect mixed with a little fear. Now that it's blue, it looks a little more flashy but I like it better this way.
-I was at a different Winghouse. I arrived right before dark. I wasn't sure if anyone saw it, but I parked right up front. I drank a few then left. As I was driving out of the parking lot, one of the waitresses came running out of the door and flagged me down... "What year is that?"... "2008"... "Can I ride in it?"... "For like a minute."... "Never mind." (I had a few beers so was maybe a little grumpy. But not so drunk that it impaired my driving. (Actually my habit of texting and driving is a lot more unsafe than driving after drinking 2 beers in my opinion)
-I was at this different bar one day that I don't usually go to. At this point, it was chrome blue. It's an outdoor bar and everyone can see the parking lot. Nobody mentioned it. The bartender was serving me like normal, I kind of got the feeling that she didn't like me, but I can't read minds. Then, one of the waitresses came next to me and said "you finally got your Lamborghini?" I recognized her. She used to work at a Winghouse that I used to go to a lot and I used to talk about it in there. So I talked to her for a little bit. Then, one of the other bartenders started talking to me about her dream car which was some SUV. Then, the original bartender started talking to me as well. I think she felt comfortable to talk to me because she saw me talking normally with other girls.
-I was at this other bar one day and parked up front. I recognized the bartender because she used to work at a strip club I used to go to. We talked for 5-10 minutes maybe. And she said bye before she left. She also apologized that a charity begged me for money out front of the restaurant.
-This was the stripper I talked about in the second paragraph. The first time I met her, I she asked to drive in it. I barely even remember the conversation because I was so drunk. About a month later, I went in there again and she came up to me and I didn't remember her. She said "do you remember me?" I said no and that's weird because I usually remember people I talk to. She reminded me and then I remembered her. She told me she still wants to ride in it. I said maybe some day. I forgot to ask for her number or Snapchat and I remember thinking that I should have. So I was in there again about a month later, and talked to her and her friend. Oh yea, she also knew about my bionic d1ck because apparently I told her about that the first day. This time, I got her Snapchat. I sent her a message a few days later. She's actually pretty non-trashy as far as strippers go. She has another job at a tanning salon. She doesn't have tattoos and I don't think she does drugs if I had to guess. She's 23. She told me she wants to ride in it and to drive it. I forget exactly how the conversation went, but I asked her to send me some hot pictures to which she said she doesn't send nudes. I then asked her if she'd give me a bj if I let her drive it. She said she doesn't barter with sex and she also doesn't have sex on the first date. I said "I didn't realize this was a date." She said "I know, I'm just saying." Lol. I really haven't talked to her since.
-Earlier today, I pulled up to this smaller bar around noon. There is a video monitor inside that shows the parking lot so they saw me pull up and park. There was me, the bartender (who was average looking), and a fat girl at the bar. They eventually asked me about it, and the fat girl asked if I wanted her number. I kind of just laughed like I thought she was joking and changed the subject back to the ordering of my food. If the fat girl said that blatantly, it's possible that a lot of girls are thinking that, but they're not desperate/impressed enough as the fat girl because they're used to being treated as the "queen" even though I sure as hell will never treat them that way. But I eventually just start talking about other things (if I talk at all) and I think it's clear that a Lamborghini isn't my identity, it's just a cool car (obviously to get attention).
-I was at a restaurant/bar called Ale House. It was night. I sat there for like 10 minutes before the bartender said "is that a Lamborghini?" to the guy sitting next to me. The guy said "yea, it's his." And then me and the guy talked about cars for a little while. I'm really not a huge car guy, I'm more of a money guy. I don't find them UNinteresting, I just don't dwell on how interesting some people think they are. But I talked to the bartender for a little while I think. This was almost 2 months ago so hard to remember exactly.
-I went to one of the local strip clubs and lots of people started talking me. Mostly guys, actually. Except this one stripper asked if she could ride in it, but I was too drunk to get her number that day (I'll talk about her more later). But I'm known at a few local strip clubs now as the guy with the Lambo. Not to say that's too terribly exciting, but it is what it is.
-When I first got it, it was silver. It's now blue chrome. In the first days that I bought it, I remember going to the bank and also to Winghouse and the bank teller and bartender looked at me with what can only be described as REVERENCE. Like a deep respect mixed with a little fear. Now that it's blue, it looks a little more flashy but I like it better this way.
-I was at a different Winghouse. I arrived right before dark. I wasn't sure if anyone saw it, but I parked right up front. I drank a few then left. As I was driving out of the parking lot, one of the waitresses came running out of the door and flagged me down... "What year is that?"... "2008"... "Can I ride in it?"... "For like a minute."... "Never mind." (I had a few beers so was maybe a little grumpy. But not so drunk that it impaired my driving. (Actually my habit of texting and driving is a lot more unsafe than driving after drinking 2 beers in my opinion)
-I was at this different bar one day that I don't usually go to. At this point, it was chrome blue. It's an outdoor bar and everyone can see the parking lot. Nobody mentioned it. The bartender was serving me like normal, I kind of got the feeling that she didn't like me, but I can't read minds. Then, one of the waitresses came next to me and said "you finally got your Lamborghini?" I recognized her. She used to work at a Winghouse that I used to go to a lot and I used to talk about it in there. So I talked to her for a little bit. Then, one of the other bartenders started talking to me about her dream car which was some SUV. Then, the original bartender started talking to me as well. I think she felt comfortable to talk to me because she saw me talking normally with other girls.
-I was at this other bar one day and parked up front. I recognized the bartender because she used to work at a strip club I used to go to. We talked for 5-10 minutes maybe. And she said bye before she left. She also apologized that a charity begged me for money out front of the restaurant.
-This was the stripper I talked about in the second paragraph. The first time I met her, I she asked to drive in it. I barely even remember the conversation because I was so drunk. About a month later, I went in there again and she came up to me and I didn't remember her. She said "do you remember me?" I said no and that's weird because I usually remember people I talk to. She reminded me and then I remembered her. She told me she still wants to ride in it. I said maybe some day. I forgot to ask for her number or Snapchat and I remember thinking that I should have. So I was in there again about a month later, and talked to her and her friend. Oh yea, she also knew about my bionic d1ck because apparently I told her about that the first day. This time, I got her Snapchat. I sent her a message a few days later. She's actually pretty non-trashy as far as strippers go. She has another job at a tanning salon. She doesn't have tattoos and I don't think she does drugs if I had to guess. She's 23. She told me she wants to ride in it and to drive it. I forget exactly how the conversation went, but I asked her to send me some hot pictures to which she said she doesn't send nudes. I then asked her if she'd give me a bj if I let her drive it. She said she doesn't barter with sex and she also doesn't have sex on the first date. I said "I didn't realize this was a date." She said "I know, I'm just saying." Lol. I really haven't talked to her since.
-Earlier today, I pulled up to this smaller bar around noon. There is a video monitor inside that shows the parking lot so they saw me pull up and park. There was me, the bartender (who was average looking), and a fat girl at the bar. They eventually asked me about it, and the fat girl asked if I wanted her number. I kind of just laughed like I thought she was joking and changed the subject back to the ordering of my food. If the fat girl said that blatantly, it's possible that a lot of girls are thinking that, but they're not desperate/impressed enough as the fat girl because they're used to being treated as the "queen" even though I sure as hell will never treat them that way. But I eventually just start talking about other things (if I talk at all) and I think it's clear that a Lamborghini isn't my identity, it's just a cool car (obviously to get attention).
