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McDude's Kind of CoolFemale Ouija Board |
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2004-04-15 - 8:14 p.m. Tuesday night I was in the process of cleaning out all of my closets. I was doing this to throw away all the junk that has collected since my move to Chicago. Plus I will be giving clothing that no longer fits to good will. Anyway the Dancer calls up to ask what I’m doing. Which I idiotically responded with, 'cleaning out my closets' and she offered to help. How could I refuse her help? So she came over and we’re moving stuff from my room into g-money’s old room when she stops to blow her nose. After throwing the tissue away she puts on her coat and says, “I’m leaving and I think you know why!” I looked down at the trashcan to see the condom wrapper from Saturday night. “Oh, you’re leaving because I had sex on Saturday night?” “I thought you were someone else, now I know you are just a typical guy.” She stormed out the door. Well I guess her expectations were squashed or something. I made it perfectly clear multiple times that we were just friends. I guess some women don’t understand direct communication. They need to find prophylactics in the trashcan. She called about 20 minutes later saying I lied to her. Apparently she asked me on the phone Sunday when the last time I had sex was. So like always I was discreet about benefits buddy and told her she was the last person I had been with. But for the span of 15 minutes, I was scum of the earth, liar man, who will stick his dick in anything. I suppose if that were true I would have continued to stick it in her. Logic is always lost when you’re angry. Then she said we’d never talk again and we hung up. Was that the end of the story? Of course not, she called later and asked if I understood why she was mad. I said yes and then she acted like nothing ever happened. I swear this girl is like an Ouija Board. So on a related note I now have zero personal ads on the Internet. I have zero dating possibilities. I’m rather turned off by the entire dating scene. I figure once I’ve truly given up looking I’ll meet Ms. Right. However you have to try and forget which is imposable. Try to forget your name? See you can’t do it. Like this entry? Vote for me here!
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