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Sometimes I think I'm an asshat magnet. [url=assalicious.tblog.com]Assalicious[/url] has the right idea :lol: So last night I'm a club with some friends. This guy chats me up for a bit, and then I go on my way. I see him again later so I chat with him some more. He compliments me on my body (which was flattering since I'm feeling a little puffy right now). We dance a bit, and talk about where we live. He tells me I have a hot body and should go back with him. Then he proceeds to convince me to go back to his place with him. Even though I know to not put myself in certain situations, I still kind of think about it. I didn't say no, but obviously I was in need of convincing. He kept telling me he had to drive his friend home or give him cab money. He didn't seem very keen on going to my place. The *best* part was that he offered to give me gas money. Anyway, he didn't put much effort into wooing me. We didn't dance long, and further run-ins with him yielded a "when are you leaving? Just tell me when you're going. You can drive me and my buddy to my car, and then you can follow me." I have to admit I was curious about him, but the way he came on to me was a real turn-off. I got my friend to get my sweater from the coatcheck to avoid the possibility of running into him again. I chit chatted with the C Man today. I've not received his text messages, turns out. You know what I hate? Not knowing what the C Man and I are. I need titles! I can't just go with the flow. Maybe he thinks the same thing. We play the same games. I told him about the guy at the bar, but waited before admitting I didn't do anything with him. He tells me he's going to try that guy's gas money line tonight. I was all set to ask him if things with me and him were only sexual, but then he to go. I'd rather just get things out in the open. |
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