Another humdrum night here at Bremerton Lanes and I can’t help but want to write about it. The girl Elizabeth was here again tonight. She called me yesterday and woke me up from the little sleep I’m able to get, and while in this half awake half sleep state I agreed to hang out with her after work today. Ugggh. I always seem to do this. I really don’t want to go to her place in Westpark and watch some stupid fucking movie. Actually, I do want to see the movie in question, I just don’t want to go to Wespark and watch it, nor do I want to give her the impression there is even the remotest of chances of getting in my pants.
And I know me, I know if I do go something will happen. I know that since she is the forward type, and I’m not, if she makes an advance I would probably be like “meh, fuck it” and go with it. THIS is why I don’t go on dates with people, why I only hang out with females I know for the most part. Man, re-reading that it makes me sound like I’m just some sort of sex addict or no morals person. It’s not that at all, I have lots of morals and you can’t be a sex addict if you average having sex once a year. It’s just that I know if t comes down to it I would engage in something sexual, I really doubt I would have sex with her, but knowing me I wouldn’t hesitate if she want to perform the art of tonsil hockey with my penis. Ok lets me honest, my penis wouldn’t reach her tonsils. It’s not that I’m even sexually attracted to her. I mean she’s cute but she’s sooooo not my type.
Anyway to set all of your minds at ease (since I know you are all ashamed of me right now) I think I have weaseled my way out of hanging out with her. She was here when I came in and she asked me again (and again) if I wanted her to just be here at 9 when I got off(heh heh). Quickly I retorted with “I didn’t get a lot of sleep, so just give me a call around 8:30 or 9:00 and I’ll let you know, I might be to tired” Might be you say? How about “defiantly will be” yeah, that’s what I will tell her when she calls REGARDLESS on if I actually am or not.
I will now not write of her anymore unless something ridiculously funny happens.