Whipped

Jul 13, 2005 22:56

I am seriously pussy-whipped. I swear, it seams like anytime any girl asks me to do something, I'll bend over backwards, no questions asked. Take today for example, I went to Grahm's after work because people were idiots and I needed to unwind, when a Girl I don't even know comes up to me and says she likes my shirt. I ask what her deal is, and I find out that she really like butterflies (were're talking a necklace and not one, but TWO tattoos of them) and she tells me her story. Blah blah balh...33 year old mother of 2...yadda yadda yadda...just broke up with a 2year boyfriend who's stalking her at the club...blab blab blab...friends comming over to kick boyfriends ass. In summery, she thought the design on my shirt looked kinnda like a butterfly (It's my black overshirt with celtic-looking red designs on it, so I can kindda see where she's comming from) and therefore she really wanted my shirt.

So I gave it to her.

Now to rationalize. It sounded like she was having a bad night, and If I'm capable of doing the one thing to highlight it, then i'll do it. The shirt came from a store in michigan that simply doesn't exist south of the Mason-dixie line. The shirt Cost me $7, and i've worn it plenty. And if I really needed the shirt again, I'm going to Michigan in a month, I can always get another, whereas she has never lived outside San Angelo.

So, I guess that makes me something of a nice guy. If this repentance thing continues to be like this, I'm gonna wind up broke and naked in no time.

....I still probally should have gotten her name though....
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