| yeah..she was an "11" allright......
Posted: 5/26/2005 1:16:00 AM | chatted with a girl on line and i usually go for chat first whether they post a picture or not. so the chat was exceptionally good and about a week later she asked for my phone number and sometimes i am hestitant because i like to have some control of my privacy. however this time it seemed to be a green light all the way and i gave it up. before i go on i will mention that i have brutally high standards that i don't have to think about, they came with birth. so when i asked my new found friend for a picture, there were none as of yet and a long story of why not and bla bla bla. it was a good story either way. however she did give me a number out of ten. she gave herself an "11" for her face, and for her body....a bit less, a "9". one of her jobs was working in a fitness club and say no more....she must be perfect.
it was time to meet and everything was going to be super. my three hour drive to her town went by like nothing at all and i thoroughly enjoyed the scenery of an area i hadn't been in years. finally i get to the town and i know where to go cause it was realllll easy to find. i roll up into the drive way and someone was standing there. she was a short pudgey girl that looked like a stand in for a troll in a movie with trolls in it.lol. i asked if she knew where i could find "11". and she replied "right here". she meant her. i almost threw up. my jaw hit the ground and i could not believe what i was looking at. no one and i mean no one says they are an "11" over and over and over unless they are attractive and how many short pudgey stretchmarked celulited broads work in a fitness club. at worst she could have been a "6" which would be just fine becasue the chat was good and online messaging was funny. long story short, i am a nice guy....i took her to dinner where she inhaled everything in her sight, drank her face off and kept asking me "so am i an "11" or what?". constantly checking to see who she knew and enough....back to her house. she invited me in and actually the plan was already made that i was staying for the weekend in the spare room if all goes well. i had one drink of the "jug" of merlot that i brought cause it was her fave. this girl that supposably never drinks much.....pounded it back in less than an hour and a half. enough is enough....she went out onto the deck in the back yard to finish her cigar.....yes that's right...cigar and i made my move. i literally scrambled to find my keys as i ran out the door and up the driveway. i put that car in reverse so fast and was the first time i dropped the hammer like that ever. i actually squeeled the tires as i drove away, this car is all about traction and never do the tires break free. i drive my car responsibley even though its a race car. very rare, low kms, its my second one but this one is the one and also it took me over 10 years to get. i drove the living shit outta of it just to get the hell out of there. it was like the faster i drove, the sooner the memory would leave my mind. it took me three hours to get there and two hours to get home. once i got home i went directly to the car wash and started scrubbin. it was coverred with road oil and a tonne of dead insects. i felt soooo sick to my stomach for the entire experience as well as the cigar smoke that was still lingering around me that i actually stripped down to my shorts and gave me a scrubbin as well. i rinsed but no wax cause i ran out of time.lol. my car looked alot better but i still felt a bit dirty. when i finally reached home i was hammerred with hate mail. however lawboy is no push and when push came to shove....i set her straight on her number, the simplest way i could think of.
"yeah, you're an "11" alright........in roman numerals." that was the last i heard of the troll. | |
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| yeah..she was an 11 allright......
Posted: 7/13/2005 5:07:47 AM | but that was not going to be the motivation for all the attention she received...from now on she had a plan dammit, a good one, next man would have to unwrap her like like a christmas present. The next morning Tammy got up and as her feet hit the floor she actually giggled." okay boys, here I come! " This was going to work she just knew it. she would start with that sleazy little slim-bag Tim, and work her way up... sliding her no. 11 legs into the first suit was way to easy, turning in the mirror....
Okay folks anybody out there want to give a shot at finishing my story, time to let that creativity shine...Whit | |
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| yeah..she was an 11 allright......
Posted: 7/19/2005 9:44:52 AM | I can't imagine your shock LOL! I feel for you. Although I sympathize with your situation, I have to admit I laughed reading your story! I'm so hesitant to meet someone here for this reason. No worries tho,... I haven't gotten that far with anyone yet and it's been months. :D Don't let that stop you. I think swapping pix first is safest!
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| yeah..she was an 11 allright......
Posted: 7/21/2005 6:29:19 PM | Know what I would have done when you pulled up?
"I'm looking for an eleven"...."I'm an eleven"...."No, you're not the eleven I'm looking for. That eleven looks nothing like you do. She described herself and I've seen her picture. If you see her around here though, just let her know I stopped by" Then you drive away. | |
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| yeah..she was an 11 allright......
Posted: 7/24/2005 1:06:18 AM | Well...y'know...this sort of misadventure cuts both ways. I was online with a gentleman who seemd bright and charming. He was a college graduate (M.S.) and his picture, though very fuzzy seemed to show two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. In other words, he seemed fairly normal. After chatting online and by phone, we agreed to meet for coffee. The first thing, of course, that I noticed was that he looked nothing like his picture. I mean, he was now in focus, which was not a good look for him. He smiled, and that was a big mistake. His teeth pointed in a multitude of directions. Most of them aimed at the far side of the room. I couldn't help but wonder how a man could have a nice job and drive a fancy sportscar (which he showed up in) and yet allow his mouth to look like a bad day for the wolfman.
But, I'm not one to judge a man solely by his appearance. So, I decided to get to know him better. While waiting in line for our drinks, he seemed to forget anything about me. I reminded him that I'm a returning college student. He said that he cheated his way through college! In fact, he bragged about how he stole work off the Net for his papers. He must have seen the disgusted look on my face, because he then added, "Well, everybody does it." Then, he said that he was proud because his son was smart enough to cheat as well. Why bother to do the work? That was his big point. Ugh.
So, later, when I checked my email there was a note from him. He wrote that he thought I was very beaufiful and nice, but since he was going through "yet another midlife crisis" he needed someone "more exotic" -- a couple months later, I ran into him at a local marina with an Asian girl in tow. I wanted to scream to her, "Run! Save yourself!"
Fortunately, I was safe! | |
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