ok. went on a date tonight - late - yeah basically a fuck date.
met her on lavalife phone thing - talked a while - clicked - she decided to come over and spend the night - i took the risk cause we just clicked on the phone- normally i take more time than that but this one felt ok.
she shows up, cute - 30's - anyway she comes in and i offer her a drink. She starts to throw up. ok, i'm thinking drunk bitch - lead her to the bathroom and she pukes in there for a while - she comes out and says there's a smell in my house that's making her throw up. i know my basset stinks but he's not that bad but some oders don't agree with some people so i lead her to the deck outside. There she says what she smelled is death - my dog's gona die - he's suffering and i should let him go. WHAT THE FUCK? ok, he's got a skin rash he scratches now and then but he's healthy and happy - just lazy like a basset is all. I'm not impressed but i think dumb bitch - i still wana get laid- hey she's hot and some oders just don't agree with some people - anyway i sugest a hotel and we go there.
in the room she starts the throwing up again - runs to the bathroom and comes out and says the smell is me and i'm gona die and the last time she smelt this was with her brother and he died the next tuesday. She says I should cancel my next trip - she doesn't even know i travel much. Next one is montreal on the 1st..........
I'm not buying this - mostly cause she started throwing up right beside some old chicken in my kitched that i had forgotten to throw out and i realized later it was starting to smell.
anyway at the hotel i hit my limit when we start to get heavy petting and she gets up and says she's got to go get cigerettes - what the fuck? it's 5am in the fucking morning - so she leaves to get them - i get dressed while she's gone - ok - yeah we were both naked... and when she gets back she says she can't stay there with me - which i'm fine with cause i'm leaving anyway - i go home and write this.
gota admit - i'm a little wigged out - but i still think she's an idiot.
met her on lavalife phone thing - talked a while - clicked - she decided to come over and spend the night - i took the risk cause we just clicked on the phone- normally i take more time than that but this one felt ok.
she shows up, cute - 30's - anyway she comes in and i offer her a drink. She starts to throw up. ok, i'm thinking drunk bitch - lead her to the bathroom and she pukes in there for a while - she comes out and says there's a smell in my house that's making her throw up. i know my basset stinks but he's not that bad but some oders don't agree with some people so i lead her to the deck outside. There she says what she smelled is death - my dog's gona die - he's suffering and i should let him go. WHAT THE FUCK? ok, he's got a skin rash he scratches now and then but he's healthy and happy - just lazy like a basset is all. I'm not impressed but i think dumb bitch - i still wana get laid- hey she's hot and some oders just don't agree with some people - anyway i sugest a hotel and we go there.
in the room she starts the throwing up again - runs to the bathroom and comes out and says the smell is me and i'm gona die and the last time she smelt this was with her brother and he died the next tuesday. She says I should cancel my next trip - she doesn't even know i travel much. Next one is montreal on the 1st..........
I'm not buying this - mostly cause she started throwing up right beside some old chicken in my kitched that i had forgotten to throw out and i realized later it was starting to smell.
anyway at the hotel i hit my limit when we start to get heavy petting and she gets up and says she's got to go get cigerettes - what the fuck? it's 5am in the fucking morning - so she leaves to get them - i get dressed while she's gone - ok - yeah we were both naked... and when she gets back she says she can't stay there with me - which i'm fine with cause i'm leaving anyway - i go home and write this.
gota admit - i'm a little wigged out - but i still think she's an idiot.
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