Whats your name?
Spot: Her place
Chic: 34/???
Body type: Great ass
Occupation: ???
This story starts off at a New Years Eve party.
Long story short, was talking to a chic and she had to leave.
Basically left there with my dick in my hand, I decided to start texting the chics in my phone, for those of you that know me and know how to really use a blackberry, I have a group in my contact list of women I can just mass text/email.
Finally I get a hit from this “woman” to come over. I say woman because she is 34.
Side note: Know this chic from match, was supposed to meet her a few times, but i was never that into her, so I just stood her up a few times without even a call to say piss off you stupid cunt. And as usual, up until this point I hadnt spoken to or even met her.
She is texting like a fiend, are you drunk, do you really want to spend the rest of nye with me and all the other bullshit some lonely self depricating insecure older piece of twat would say because they were alone with their dog for NYE, could have been worse, she could have been a cat lady.
I do what I usually do to women. LIE!!!
Make my way to Hacken-fuckin-sack New Jersey from the city, and she meets me in the lobby of her condo building. Get up to apartment and she cracks open a bottle of cheap ass white wine, would have been better drinking wine out of a box.
Let me tell you, she had a great fucking ass, the thing was big, round, firm and well you get the point. We start making out, and tearing eachothers clothes off, I’m fucking her, everything is all good. Eventually we pass out.
Wake up the next morning with the wrath of god descending on my head (hungover and possibly still drunk) I look over and this once pretty hot woman was a solid fucking 5 if that. Trying to sneak out her fucking mutt starts barking and wakes her up.
Here is the little mutt!
She is walking me out while I’m asking how I got there, she stops, looks at me and says, do you even remember my name?
I’m like yeah your Natasha right?
She starts flipping out saying her name is *******, then she starts crying, that I don’t care about her and all the other stuff a woman feels and thinks of when she realizes that she is a slut.
Seriously? You never met me before and invite me over for the night and you expect me to respect you, much less know your name. (I did remember her Match.com username) Then they wonder why they are on the receiving end of the shitter.
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