I was way off about the doctor. not only was he an ass, but apparently he was a married ass. my friend got this little scoop when she was hanging out with a friend of his later.
so, why is it the married and soon-to-be-so guys decide they need to kiss me? is it my stupidity of not asking the right question? although to my credit, this last one didn't really give me the chance.
with all of the weekend's twisted tales, I was beginning to think I should stay away from guys for a while. then a wrench was thrown into the plan.
the hanging out due to the bet turned out to be great. he said he wanted to hang out again. it's looking like a good possibility. but these days, I know not to count on anything.
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ahhhh, married asses. I know a few of those. ;) Chin up!
RG, I promise I will never try to kiss you.
Unless of course my wife is there too...
HA I am totally kidding.
Just hoping to get a chuckle and a smile.
;-P
Good possibility? Run with it. ;)
I think his PHD was for "pretty horrid dolt". Good luck with bet guy though.
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