Who will it be? Bachelor #1, Bachelor #2, or Bachelor #3?

Jul 14, 2003 21:31

This is a long entry please go to the bathroom before you get started.

I feel bad for my other brother-in-law, David. He's a nice guy. He really is. He's a little showy and a major flirt but it's all show. Underneath he's a very sensitive soul. Just to tell you how sensitive he is he got a tattoo in honor of the tattoo his late father had. I know that may not scream sensitivity to you but I know David. It speaks volumes.

Having said that he was on a dating show on a station I don't listen to doing a dating game type thing. He and three other dudes were trying for the chance to go out with this red-haired nitwit named Sara(h). Who I shall refer to as skank-ho. (I have nothing against red-haired people. This bitch just happened to be red-haired.) So as luck would have it, David was chosen. Their date was a Justin Timberlake/Christina Aguilera concert. Woohoo.

He brought her a rose to start the evening at three. (They wanted to get to know each other a bit before the concert.) It was the only part of the evening he could come to remotely enjoy. They spent the first half of the evening on her cell phone with other guys. Oh wait that was her. And drinking and telling the world about how shitty of a person they are. Oh my bad, that was her again. As soon as a shot touched this girl's lips she threw up all sorts of information. Such as that skank-ho lied about her job and she actually is a Waffle House waitress. (She said she worked at either an auto shop or a lumberyard. I can almost understand lying about where you work if you're ashamed but don't blurt it out later, dumbshit!) Then it turned out skank-ho had two children that she had taken away from her because she could not control them.

The evening went from bad to Springer. After a hefty drinking bill that David shelled out for they went to the concert and did not stay through the whole thing. (They had fourth row seats. I'm sure you could see Christina's camel toe from that close.) They left before Justin went on. And went to a club. (Surprise, surprise.) When they got there, they met up with a male friend of skank-ho's. She had told David she was on the phone with her sister earlier. Inside the club, she went to the bathroom and never came back ditching David for this dude she met up with. He later found her to tell he was leaving and asked her if she had a ride.

The radio station after-date interview was tame and they cut out a lot of the good argument that they had, but I think that was for the best because what they did play made that hoochie look like a drunken ho-bag and my brother-in-law look like a gentleman. She tried to make him look like he kept giving her unwanted advances. My God, he actually tried to hold her hand. The devil you say! He asked for a peck on the cheek. Holy crap on a stick! Oh puleeze, she was so drunk she left her wallet in David's car at the final club.

All in all, even though he was on some crappy radio dating show, he should not have been done that way. That was just fucking wrong.

drinking, freaks, family

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