So I'm a Terrible, Terrible person.

[NONE_too_SOFT]

Things were going swimmingly. until, *gasp* she actually started to [I]like[I] me. apparently she mistook our drunken make out sessions and me feeling her up every chance i got as true chivalry, because the girl would simply not put out. Upon trying to demoralize her last friday night she gave me the "i really think we have something special, and i want to wait and make it special"...

Oh boy. that really threw a wrench in my plans. I wanted right there to tell this girl she must be the stupidest person on the face of the earth. how could you possibly think that i see anything in you more than a pair of tits? all you do is laugh at my jokes and spend my money at the bar. ummmmmmmmmmm, you think thats what im looking for in a girl? hell i could get a tape recorder with a laugh track and save enough money to buy a new bike by next year. You dont even have a friggin job! you are not pretty enough to have a sugar daddy, ESPECIALLY if you dont put out, thats the whole point of having a sugar daddy...


But when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. I gritted my teeth and smiled at her and fed her some "i'm really glad we met again" bullcrap, and told her i was going to leave then. Kind of left her in a state of confusion, as i really just got the hell out of there, considering my plans had been thwarted. I thought about it for a while, and i was NOT willing to keep seeing this girl any longer, so i was going to have to use what i had.

What i had failed to mention the previous week was that i convinced this chick to stop going to the dance clubs she frequents because i didnt like the way she acted and danced and shit, so she was going to be free Saturday, and i suggested we meet up at the bar we frequent. I said around 11:30 i'd be there.

Soooooo i fire up the printer and got a folder, and head out to the bar around nine to meet my friends, which is what i had planned to do in the first place. I inform them of the master plan, and we decide the best plan of action.

text girl, tell her i cant wait to see her, i've been thinking about what she said and i've got something special for her at the bar.

step one complete.

Then i get drunk.

Step two complete.

11:15 - she's on her way.

So i take said folder with said print work into the bathroom, and with the help of some scotch tape i add a little flair to the mens room stalls, and walls.

11:30
rolls up. girl comes in. im drunk and i slap her on the butt and feed her some lines. she is confused.

11:45 -

Me:"baby, we're going to the strip club, lets go" (i had no intention of actually taking her with me)

girl: "omg no way my friends are here, what about what you said earlier? i dont understand"

me: "you will, i gotta go babe, see ya"


we left around twelve.

And then, later that night, i check my cell phone and notice about a hundred text messages. apparently the photo's in the mens room found their way out into the bar. and apparently many of the people at the bar recognized the girl in them as the one sitting around whining about me with her friends (I'm assuming)...


I believe, although it was not my orriginal plan, that the backup plan worked well enough to leave an emotional scar on this chick for a time to come. and at least i wont have to see her at my bar anymore.