Of pain and scumbags...or....how my weekend went. Part two.
Sorry for the delay. Here's the rest. So shut up Cassandra.
I'll skip the part about "my roommate is a shithead."
I was supposed to have a date on Saturday but (obviously) wanted to cancel because I still didn't feel well, especially after when I went to drop Addie off at Michael's I wound up playing taxi for him for two hours.....even though he knew I had the flu.
The gentleman's (ha) name was/is Brad. (Well, I'm sure his name is still Brad, but I no longer have a need to remember it. Hence "was/is.")
He called around seven-thirty and asked if we were still going out. I told him about my Friday and said that I thought we should reschedule. He whines and pouted (which was kinda cute at the time but now....) until I agreed to meet him for a "quick game of pool."
I arrive at the bar and he finds me. We get a drink and sit down. That's when it all went to hell.
He said he was 35. Try 45. -25
I don't think he showered that.....week. -100
One of his first comments was "You look good in those jeans." I blushed and thanked him. He said "I'd bet you look even better out of them." -50
He took a picture of me with his camera phone so he "could have one wherever he went." He then took a picture of the waitresses tits when she wasn't looking. -100
He ogled every chick in the bar.
I was hungry so I ordered something light. Asked if he was going to get anything. He said no. He ate more of my food than I did. Put ketchup and salt on it without asking.-10
He suggested going somewhere else. I reminded him that I wanted to get home so I could be in bed early. He said "Oh *we* can go to bed early. We can be in bed in 15 minutes." When I said "Riiiiight." he replied "Don't act like you don't want to." -75
While we're eating he starts telling me about his time in the Marines. Which seemed to revolve around the whores in Mexico he'd purchased. "$20 will get you a chick for like a WEEK!" -500
So then he goes to the bathroom.
And I left.
That's right. I left. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! He deserved it.
He called once, left a voicemail that consisted of bar noises. Nothing else. :D
Ok...that's the end of the story.
I'll skip the part about "my roommate is a shithead."
I was supposed to have a date on Saturday but (obviously) wanted to cancel because I still didn't feel well, especially after when I went to drop Addie off at Michael's I wound up playing taxi for him for two hours.....even though he knew I had the flu.
The gentleman's (ha) name was/is Brad. (Well, I'm sure his name is still Brad, but I no longer have a need to remember it. Hence "was/is.")
He called around seven-thirty and asked if we were still going out. I told him about my Friday and said that I thought we should reschedule. He whines and pouted (which was kinda cute at the time but now....) until I agreed to meet him for a "quick game of pool."
I arrive at the bar and he finds me. We get a drink and sit down. That's when it all went to hell.
He said he was 35. Try 45. -25
I don't think he showered that.....week. -100
One of his first comments was "You look good in those jeans." I blushed and thanked him. He said "I'd bet you look even better out of them." -50
He took a picture of me with his camera phone so he "could have one wherever he went." He then took a picture of the waitresses tits when she wasn't looking. -100
He ogled every chick in the bar.
I was hungry so I ordered something light. Asked if he was going to get anything. He said no. He ate more of my food than I did. Put ketchup and salt on it without asking.-10
He suggested going somewhere else. I reminded him that I wanted to get home so I could be in bed early. He said "Oh *we* can go to bed early. We can be in bed in 15 minutes." When I said "Riiiiight." he replied "Don't act like you don't want to." -75
While we're eating he starts telling me about his time in the Marines. Which seemed to revolve around the whores in Mexico he'd purchased. "$20 will get you a chick for like a WEEK!" -500
So then he goes to the bathroom.
And I left.
That's right. I left. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! He deserved it.
He called once, left a voicemail that consisted of bar noises. Nothing else. :D
Ok...that's the end of the story.