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Part 2 - wanna look at the boat?
From: "Johnny Favorite (it means \"The Little Girl Sells New Pens\")" <al...@snakebite.com>
Subject: Re: Part 2 - wanna look at the boat?
Date: 1999/06/08
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Well Dave, I try to post only positive chick stories but you've reminded me
of a negative one.
It was a few months after I moved to Miami. Me and my new roommate K.C.
were spending all night on Miami Beach, as we often did. It was probably
four in the morning or so, we were sitting in the 11th Street Diner eating
eggs. I was drunk enough that time was "gapping out" on me: I'd come to and
not remember what had happened for the last ten minutes or so. I "came to"
and there was this chick hanging around my neck. We were both laughing
hysterically. I couldn't remember her approaching me or what we were
laughing about. To this day I still don't know.
I could use your chick description without much modification. Very short
skirt, every now and then it would ride up so that I could see the tops of
her hose and her garters. A few years older than me but not terribly
mature.
I got her number and we went out, I think, twice. She was a major party
animal. It costs an average of about 15 bucks to get into any club on Miami
Beach but she was a regular, she knew all the doormen and got us in for
free.
And then she just ... stopped. Our dates usually started when she got off
her job at a restaurant on the Beach around midnight. One night we'd made
plans to meet but she was already gone when I got there. I called her up
and she apologized, saying we could meet the next night. The next time I
called she had another excuse, and another, and so on. If I'd kept calling
her I bet she would have NEVER told me the truth, just kept putting me off.
The only thing I can figure is that I didn't move fast enough for her. I
think she was in more of a hurry to get to the sex part than I was.
Bitch.
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