Blowing it... It really sucks

Right now it's 1:17 and she just left... Going over the recap of the night in my head...It's like watching the dude in 'I love you man'...(if you haven't seen it click here the dude is just so fucking awkward.) Well maybe I wasn't that awkward, but shit. When people tell me stories like this the first thing I do is shake my head and be like "Damn man why didn't you just ________ "(insert smooth shit).

I mean why the fuck did we leave my house at 12:50 to go get a milkshake? Am I addicted to them? Do I have to have them? Why did I suggest we leave my warm house, brave the cold, for a fucking milkshake! So what the movie ended abruptly, that should've been a plus.. All I had to say was what do you want to do now? (or something like that) Why the fuck can't I say the things I think of now, when I should of said them?

"I'm so glad I don't have class in the morning"

Me: So you can get a early jump on the day right?

"Yeah right..."

Aside from being the only one to blame... Well not really, I mean I'm always talking about how girls should make the first move and all this shit, and I know you like me, so it's kind of your fault too! I mean you could of just torpedoed my agenda but you didn't.

The worst part of blowing it to me is the 'what ifs'. What if you didn't bumrush her out of your house to get milkshakes you didn't even get? But if if was a fifth we'd all be drunk right?

The other worst part is what she's gonna tell her friends, not that I care what they think but shit, I don't wanna be any variation of 'Let me tell you about this nigga here...' unless it's related to jumping up and down or doing something very cool/brave/sexually noteworthy.

One part of me is like 'you're a cool dude, y'all had a good time, the conversation was good, y'all laughed, enjoyed a movie and ended the night. Heck, you guys even made plans to go to frightfest! Not every girl wants to have sex after hanging out and she probably respects you even more because you're a gentleman and not tryna zoom a zoom zoom in her boom boom. You don't have to take your clothes off, to have a good time. Remember?

The other part is like "You're never gonna see her again. Will she even take your calls/txts or give you the eternal runaround?" Plans to go to frightfest? It's gonna be you, her and whatever guy she's seeing. Good conversation? That was you talking your way in, and right back out of the coochie. She came over with no draws, tells you she doesn't have class in the morning AND when she was getting in her car sighing with disappointment, She gave you a side hug and told you...

"Maybe we'll do this some other time"

Me: I'll see you then, or I'll see you on another time..."

"What?!?!"

First off you quoted a movie she hasn't seen...FAIL So what she told you translates to:

"Leave me the fuck alone you 'friend zone bastard', I look like Monica and smell like old people and you could've been all up in this! But since you can make me laugh and you know about fashion and stuff, you can either be my BFF or 'that guy who I only call to tell my guy problems to!"

You gotta read between the lines! We don't have to take our clothes off to have a good time? GTFOH

Damn I blew it.

I fucking blew it... What do y'all think happens next.

NVR FRGT! / I've been tagged

I've been tagged by That girl...Brown Chicken Brown Cow.. (if you say it right it sounds funny) But I'm changing the rules...cause I just wanna shake shit up... Normally you tag people and link to them blah blah blah... But no, The first five people to comment, consider yourself tagged, how you like them apples?

Here are the Rules:

3.Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself

1.I was riding with Lloyd to go somewhere when I see this dude in a chicken suit outside a KFC holding a sign that says like "KFC = MURDER" and there were all these other protesters outside... So this chick walks up to the car (we were at a red light) and hands me a pamphlet that talks about how KFC tortures there chickens and the inhumane conditions they keep them in for the sake of profit. From that moment on I decided to stop fuckin with KFC... that was like in Febuary '08.
Fast forward to 10/17/2008 I'm at a Kentacohut and I'm hungry as hell, I look at the dual menus and the only thing that looks like it will fill me up is the two piece with mac and cheese and mashed potatoes. I battle with my concience and order it then return home to eat it. As I drive off I see protesters walking with there signs to KFC...



I get home and I feel like pookie
as I opened that plastic container and smelled that sweet crispy herbs and spices. That first bite was like an old GF flying back into town for a 3 hour layover...Ecstasy! I wish guilt always tasted like that!

2.I'm a closet nerd, although I'm slowly coming out the closet with the females I talk to. All my boys know it's nothing for them to call me and find me engaged in geeking out.
3.everytime I jump with a girl, the thought of a two-minute drill is always in the back of my mind and it scares the shit outta me. I mean I'm not very selfish about sex and I get more pleasure form the more I give....because I'm so generous. I'm a giver by nature.
4.I love disco. I watch a movie like Saturday Night Fever or Dazed and Confused before I go out and it's sets my swagger on fire! Those really were the days. Girls weren't crabbing with the coochie, the only thing you had to worry about from unprotected sex was crabs and pregnancy. 4:20 anyone?
5.I still have yet to find my personal brand that truly expresses my personality through my clothes. I'm still evolving it. I'll find myself shopping and be like. "Damn I wish I had a stylist, it'd make it so much easier!"
6. I miss the triple kiss...do y'all remember that? I'd be watching spring break 1999 and be like "I can't wait to go to college, go on spring break and run through all those drunk co-eds!" I don't even think Spring Break is the same anymore like that... I believe 2K99 -2K01 was like the GGW era