Anyone who thinks i’d call 911 if pursued by an amorous female has obviously not been paying as much attention as they claim to be paying :p
by krisis
flirt
So, i’m happily consumed with obsessively scouring the four new blogs i’ve found, especially the first and the last ones i mentioned. Also, i’m talking to Spoon about how neither of us can can bridge that friendship to dating gap no matter how hard we try. Which of us is trying harder, the one who asked “What do i have to do to kiss you” or the one who took an impromptu nap on the couch (both to/with the girl(s) we’ve been after). Or, are we both pathetic? Wait… that was rhetorical…
And, might i add, that the writer at Wockerjabby possesses a great amount of beauty and goes to the same local college as a few friends of mine. And she has the same blood-type, age in years, and vision. Be still, oh lonely heart
About an hour later i had $1.10 in my underwear. Also, i’ve never had my nipples pinched by so many people in one night. But, i digress…. apparently one of the ways not to come on to a good friend of at least a year is to ask her how much she’d want for a lap dance ($20), and then fish that out of your pocket and put it in your mouth. The only response i got was “Peter, take that out of your mouth, do you know where that’s been?” Speaking of which, that dime wound up somewhere other than my underwear at the end of the night, but i was forced to retrieve it myself.
Alexandra comes into the story again a bit later, when the girl in search of a dime as well as a female friend i brought to the party both went to their wallets to retrieve the ten cents they’d have to drop for me to get nekkid. As it turned out, neither of them had a dime, and neither did anyone who had just come back from getting scads and scads of cheese fries from the pizza place down the block. So, who came to their rescue? Well, i did… but the person that produced a dime was none other than Alexandra, though i’m sure she had no idea what dastardly purpose it was meant for (or where it’d wind up). I handed the dime over to the girls, told them to be careful not to drop it, and then we all headed back to the heart of the party.