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Have you ever had a night so crazy you just can't
believe it was real? I mean you literally woke up
the next morning thinking it couldn't have really
happened. That is exactly what happened to me this
morning.
I exchanged a few emails and phone calls with this
chic for a few weeks. She played the cat and mouse
game with me, so I finally said screw it and stopped
all correspondence. She wouldn't commit to a date.
She was Ms. Conservative...Ms. Goody Goody, but
showed subtle hints of being a naughty girl inside...
like all women are.
When I blew her off she called me and asked me to
meet for drinks last night. I agreed and we met at
my favorite little bar on the water. They have great
music and the women are always hot. I figured if she
flaked out I would just find someone else at the bar.
Ms. Conservative showed up a few minutes late. To
my surprise, she looked even better in person. She
was a bit icy at first, so I was glad when she decided
to have a martini.
She told me she doesn't ever drink, but wanted to
relax a bit. She kept going on about how nervous
she was.
Before long she had gulped down 4 martinis and was
really loosening up. She became an instant horn dog
herself. She was all over me. She was far too drunk
to drive home, so I told her I would drive her home.
She tried to insist on driving herself, but then she slipped
in the parking lot and realized she was not in shape to
drive.
I put her in the car and she tried to undress me as I
drove. She was hot for me, but I knew she was too
drunk to really have a good time. I drove around in
what seemed like circles.
She obviously didn't know where we were so I decided
to just take her to my place. I figured she could crash
until the morning.
I had to carry her into the house...that is how drunk she
was. I put her in bed and I was going to go sleep in the
other room. She pulled me into the bed and was all over
me.
She appeared to be alert, so I went with it. We did the
wild thing for a while and then she passed out.
Just as I started to fall asleep, I felt something wet in the
bed. A little too wet to be normal.
The bitch peed in my bed.
I was really tired and annoyed. I jumped out of the bed,
grabbed her out of the bed and then cleaned the mess.
It was almost 4 am and I was super irritated.
I fell asleep for a short time and it started again. This
time I wake up and see something moving in the corner
of my room. She thought she was in the bathroom and
was about to pee in the corner. I had to get up and get
her into the bathroom.
I was at the end of my rope. I gave her a pillow and
blanket and put her on the floor.
At 7:20, she woke up upset. She was afraid I took
advantage of her. When I told her what really happened
she accused me of making up stories. She finally realized
I was far too pissed to be lying.
I dropped her off back at the bar and drove home.
So what is the moral of the story? Always keep a
waterproof pad on your bed.
No. Just kidding.
The moral here is you need to realize all your dates are
not going to turn out great. Things don't always go how
you expect them to go. And, sometimes they turn out to
be a complete nightmare.
Do you let this stop you?
No.
You keep going to and learn to laugh at the crazy women
you meet. It is a numbers game and you have to kiss a
few nut jobs before you find the right woman.
Keep a journal. You will wish you did later.
Now go find the woman of your dreams,
Chet Rowland
Ps. If you are ready to find the woman of your dreams,
go to http://www.chetsdatingsystem.com right now.
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