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She is quite a bit older than me and her mom is significantly older than her. She went back home for the summer to take care of her and maybe convince her to come back. She wants to be sure she is safe, and my gal can only be convinced of that if she has Mom living with her or close by.
Ginger made it clear to me that if it does happen she and I wont be seeing much of each other any more.
Which is fine because I am very happy with all the high quality weekend snuggling I've been getting for the past 7 months and life must go on.
Been going up to places like Chilis and Applebees and Red Robin mostly for the food but also because lots of cuties work there. I finally get up the courage to ask one out and she makes me settle for just giving her my number. SEVERAL WEEKS GO BY and she calls me on a Sunday morning.
Would I like a date?
No.
Would I like to sit in a movie theater and practice my smooching?
Noooooooo.
Could I please come over and help her move out the apartment?
WINNNAAARR!!!
She finally had enough of her roommate and actually got a new place to live and needs someone with a truck and would I possibly know anybody?
Well, conveniently enough, I happen to own a little S10.
Now I know this is classic, the lonely little dork with too much time and the hot blonde coed who needs a favor. This does not bother me.
What bothers me is THE FUKCING BROAD DOES NOT KNOW WHERE SHE LIVES! :|
"Its down by the stadium, you know? Where the team plays? You have to take that road to get down there."
:frown: "Whats the address?"
"Ummmm......."
:roll:
"OK, so like, you take the Delta Highway down, get off at the Coburg exit, find the signs to Centential/MLK blvd and go past the stadium. The Chase Village apartments is before Kinsrow avenue."
"Alright, is your stuff all packed up now or do you need a hand?"
"Ummmm, well, I dont know exactly when I'll be ready so could you just wait by the phone today until I call?"
"Duuhhhhh, shure nice lady I can do dat, yup yup yup yup yup yup yup!"
I go into the bathroom and, sure enough, I see "SUCKER" tatooed on my forehead.
Her name is Kimber and she's been in college six years. Near as I can figure out, her parents were flaky hippies who just sat around and bred flaky children. No degree of any sort looming on the horizon, I think she must be the female Van Wilder.
This girl is going nowhere.
And I am going with her.
And my ding-dong is leading us.
Ginger made it clear to me that if it does happen she and I wont be seeing much of each other any more.
Which is fine because I am very happy with all the high quality weekend snuggling I've been getting for the past 7 months and life must go on.
Been going up to places like Chilis and Applebees and Red Robin mostly for the food but also because lots of cuties work there. I finally get up the courage to ask one out and she makes me settle for just giving her my number. SEVERAL WEEKS GO BY and she calls me on a Sunday morning.
Would I like a date?
No.
Would I like to sit in a movie theater and practice my smooching?
Noooooooo.
Could I please come over and help her move out the apartment?
WINNNAAARR!!!
She finally had enough of her roommate and actually got a new place to live and needs someone with a truck and would I possibly know anybody?
Well, conveniently enough, I happen to own a little S10.
Now I know this is classic, the lonely little dork with too much time and the hot blonde coed who needs a favor. This does not bother me.
What bothers me is THE FUKCING BROAD DOES NOT KNOW WHERE SHE LIVES! :|
"Its down by the stadium, you know? Where the team plays? You have to take that road to get down there."
:frown: "Whats the address?"
"Ummmm......."
:roll:
"OK, so like, you take the Delta Highway down, get off at the Coburg exit, find the signs to Centential/MLK blvd and go past the stadium. The Chase Village apartments is before Kinsrow avenue."
"Alright, is your stuff all packed up now or do you need a hand?"
"Ummmm, well, I dont know exactly when I'll be ready so could you just wait by the phone today until I call?"
"Duuhhhhh, shure nice lady I can do dat, yup yup yup yup yup yup yup!"
I go into the bathroom and, sure enough, I see "SUCKER" tatooed on my forehead.
Her name is Kimber and she's been in college six years. Near as I can figure out, her parents were flaky hippies who just sat around and bred flaky children. No degree of any sort looming on the horizon, I think she must be the female Van Wilder.
This girl is going nowhere.
And I am going with her.
And my ding-dong is leading us.
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