re: LNS-Thray----The "wut r u drankin' ta-nite" edition

I mean, the setup was perfect. I mean perfect.
House was impeccable.
Food had her telling me it was an orgasm for her tastebuds. Told me it made her wet. And I could tell by her face how much she was enjoying it.
I had a pandora station designed perfectly for her tastes, and I was enjoying it too. She kept on saying “you read my mind” when the next song would play. We danced. Chemistry was on point.

She kept on saying how she hadn’t had this much fun in a while.
She was sending selfies of us together to her friends. Telling them they didn’t need to do the escape plan in case the date went bad.
Told me her mom would love me.
Conversation was delightful. She actually appreciated single malt scotch.
Pulled wine off my best rack for the meal. Went perfect.

Talking about sex and I playfully telling her that “I didn’t frick on the first date.” That mischievousnes look in her eyes.
She couldn’t walk across the wet lawn in her heels so I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the truck. Drove just down the corner to the convenience store to grab something.

Drove back. Brought her back in.
But she was getting drunk so I decided to switch to beer. Realize I had forgotten the beer.
She says she needed to call her mom. I tell her to make her call while I ran back to the store for the beer.
Get back just in time to hear her say, “frick you and frick that skankwhore. (Her name for the chick her ex left her for)

Whatever, I didn’t care. We go back outside and she starts crying almost. Telling me how awesome the steak was. How awesome everything was but she really just wanted to go home. Some bullshite about her sister.
I told her she was free to leave at anytime. That I had no expectations. Whatever happened happened.
She’s being all sweet but she needs to go home.
But that she wants to come back another night and drink scotch and dance and frick me so good it blows my mind.
Give her some water. She lives right down the road.

Yeah, she ain’t getting an invite back. Too many issues. Too much crazy.

That’s what I said. I want to know what the frick happened in the 7 minutes I was gone.

Whatever, don’t even care. There’s plenty more where she came from. So now i’m sipping a 2010 Zinfandel.

fricking women. Crazier than shithouse rats.

I mean, I fricked one’s brains out last night so it’s not like i’M starving at all. Just don’t like wasting good wine

7 fricking minutes.

I mean, I know she had issues. She went a little crazy once before over nothing. I just blew it off.
This was the first actual date we’d had, and apparently the first real date she’d Had since she’d split from her ex.
Maybe it was just too much once she got drunk. I dunno.
She’s gonna apologize tomorrow i’m Sure.

They just don’t get it. I don’t need them. I don’t need drama. They ain’t the last or the best piece of pussy on earth.

They think that thing between their legs is some special magic.

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fr33manator

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Keep swingin baw

you shouldn't have run out of beer.

be prepared.

She wanted different beer than I had.