InsidiousNstinct
Master Don Juan
- Joined
- Aug 5, 2003
- Messages
- 767
- Reaction score
- 4
- Age
- 38
I was standing in the bookstore of my local community college.
In through the door comes a girl sportin’ some Gucci and Gabbana. You could tell from her outfit that she was going to be hard to open and I’m not really out spoken. This was a perfect time to deliver a line but at the same time I didn’t want to think of it in my mind. I had learned in the past that when you think you hesitate and get blown…..off…. your….. ass.
She seen me lookin’ and took off her shades at this moment I couldn’t think of anything but getting laid.
I wanted to approach but I was so, so far away, not in the physical sense but in the mental. I wanted to have this chick for dinner……. and dessert, but if I wanted anything I needed to step up and assert….myself. I knew then it was time to do my thang, I made my way over and the battle began, I was like “what’s your name.”
In through the door comes a girl sportin’ some Gucci and Gabbana. You could tell from her outfit that she was going to be hard to open and I’m not really out spoken. This was a perfect time to deliver a line but at the same time I didn’t want to think of it in my mind. I had learned in the past that when you think you hesitate and get blown…..off…. your….. ass.
She seen me lookin’ and took off her shades at this moment I couldn’t think of anything but getting laid.
I wanted to approach but I was so, so far away, not in the physical sense but in the mental. I wanted to have this chick for dinner……. and dessert, but if I wanted anything I needed to step up and assert….myself. I knew then it was time to do my thang, I made my way over and the battle began, I was like “what’s your name.”
Ima go shoot myself...
