Am I rite or am I rite?
Tonight I was a total bastard to someone because of a woman.
A woman who (referencing another thread I just saw) has dressed provocatively lately… Intoxicating in appearance and perfume (to me anyway). I could not help but stare longingly at her when she was not looking… and enjoy every nano-second she stood a little too close to me.
Oh folks I’m in deep.
Her dress was black skin tight pants, black blazer, pale ‘thing’ under the blazer which displayed the perfect amount of cleavage. In the six months I’ve known her I have never seen a more incredible sight.
Were you supposed to send the message or not? She wanted to pretend that she was writing someone a text on your phone saying that they didn’t like the recipient? But for whose benefit? I don’t really understand the situation. But anyway, she sounds hot… You should hit that.
Did you ever see the movie “Vanilla Sky” with Tom Cruise and Penelope Cruz? Your “Gal-wimmon love of this decade” may be a “Pleasure Delayer” like in the movie.
(I am a speller delayer f-upper) (If you only knew how many times I had to delete and re-write this, courtesy of Robert Mondavi) (hic)
But Lobsang, I’ve read most of your posts in the last 3 months, please do the “GO FOR THE LIFETIME DO OR DIE THING ALREADY”.
please don’t be anti-climactic, not to put any pressure on ya dude
She wrote a message on my phone because she wanted to do the wording… the idea was that it would be a message I wrote to send to some random person. And that I would pretend to have sent it to the wrong person, the person I dislike.
But then she handed it back to me unsent because she made an error and didn’t know how to fix it.
In the prosess of triyng to fix it I clicked ‘send’ by mistake. So the pretend message-to-the-wrong-person which I did not intend to actually send got accidentally sent.
And then I went and told him what I and everyone thinks of him. In person.
Mate, I’ll assume you are being slightly tongue in cheek about this, but really. take responsibility for your own actions (even, yes even if they have been led my your mini-me).
Because I needed a way to make him find out I don’t like him.
He thought I was a mate. I got carried away and drawn into a shouting match in which I told him what his problems were and what everyone thought of him.
Now if you had instead posted that strong drink makes men *and * women bastards, then you’d have something there… Of course, a lot of us wouldn’t get nookie without it, so there’s that, too.
It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma inside a burrito.
Alcohol: Can’t live with it, can’t live without it.
p.s. I think I went some way towards making amends with the guy. I still dislike him but I thought about it the night before … and realized he’s only a total ass when he’s with her (the woman of the picture) when he’s on his own (which is rare) he’s tolerable.
He’s in the same boat as me… granted he and I could not be more different… He’s not someone I want to be sat alone in a small boat with… but he’s a human being… and outside the influence of females I can tolerate pretty much anything… or at least have enough strenght of mind to keep my trap shut about what pisses me off.
