Vague Insanty 045

One time I was mistaken for this guy named Paul. There was this cute, small petite thing with just unfortunate hair - some stupid pony-tail - but, hey, pert breasts and a cheery personality! I bought her drink and suggested we go to a different bar as soon as humanly possible, but that wasn't to be as we enjoyed a few rounds.

Before I knew it, this black belt crazy karate guy showed up looking for his blind date. I knew this was trouble, so I started inching away and the girl I'd been chatting to was totally freaked out, like I was some desperate insane stalker, and things looked pretty bad.

But then she apparently thought black belt Paul was too aggressive, so she told the guy to screw off and she got some more drinks on me, and then she told me about her kittens and her love for Zorro movies, and next thing I know I went to her place and we got physical, and hot, and intense with all of her cats watchin'.

And so the next morning she makes me eggs and bacon and burnt toast and I drink some flat grape soda then she dropped me off at random street downtown, 3 miles from my house and I never saw her again.

That is perfection.