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Post by Brandon Walsh is Insane. on Oct 6, 2007 19:19:31 GMT -5
I wish someone else was opening themselves up right about now...
.sigh.
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Post by Mister Pigwell on Oct 6, 2007 19:20:46 GMT -5
...Roberts?
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Post by Brandon Walsh is Insane. on Oct 6, 2007 19:23:50 GMT -5
I was thinking of the color pink. Hmm. Maybe that isn't good of enough of a description.
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Post by Brandon Walsh is Insane. on Oct 7, 2007 3:17:02 GMT -5
Just wondering if any of the night watch got to read my 2 stories.
Not that they'd be interested... well, maybe they would be.
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Post by Mister Pigwell on Oct 7, 2007 3:46:00 GMT -5
Just wondering if any of the night watch got to read my 2 stories. Not that they'd be interested... well, maybe they would be. I think our witty commentary is the high point. ![:P](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/tongue.png)
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Post by Thread Pirate Roberts on Oct 7, 2007 3:49:16 GMT -5
There's witty commentary here?
Where?
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Post by Brandon Walsh is Insane. on Oct 7, 2007 3:54:48 GMT -5
There's witty commentary here? Where? The Sandlot had 3 posts... and um... Cornfed um... and then Deadpool... um... yeah. Wit is everywhere.
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Post by Insomniac on Oct 7, 2007 3:56:25 GMT -5
There's witty commentary here? Where? The Sandlot had 3 posts... and um... Cornfed um... and then Deadpool... um... yeah. Wit is everywhere. I remember all the talk about "The Sandlot". A lot of us were talking about it, even some lady. I forget what her name was... ... oh yeah, it was Ruth. Baby Ruth.
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Post by Thread Pirate Roberts on Oct 7, 2007 4:03:23 GMT -5
Cornfed and witty do not belong together.
He just notices stuff.
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Post by Brandon Walsh is Insane. on Oct 7, 2007 4:20:16 GMT -5
The Sandlot had 3 posts... and um... Cornfed um... and then Deadpool... um... yeah. Wit is everywhere. I remember all the talk about "The Sandlot". A lot of us were talking about it, even some lady. I forget what her name was... ... oh yeah, it was Ruth. Baby Ruth. You mean the GREAT BAMBINO?! THE SULTAN OF SWAT?! THE COLOSUSS OF CLOUT?! THE COLOSUSS OF CLOUT?! THE KING OF CRASH?! BABE RUTH!
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Post by Brandon Walsh is Insane. on Oct 7, 2007 23:33:33 GMT -5
Tonight's Tale...
Beat It
I was dating this model about 3 years ago... blonde, blue eyed, fake boobs... now, I do not condone fake boobage, but I met her before she got them.
Any rate, for some reason, I was the guy out of my group of friends that she actually paid attention too. Most likely, because I wasn't drooling all over her hot body whenever she passed by at the clubs we would frequent.
She was a total hottie though, and we shared an interest in fast cars and spontaneous, um, physical stuff.
So anyway, we were seeing each other for a few months, when I just got tired of her partying ways. Yes, I did meet her through the party scene, but I was always broke, and was near the end of my drinking all night, pre-party, party, post-party partying ways. I would be up til 5 in the morning, almost every night, and have to be at work by 8. It was a pretty crazy lifestyle, and it caught up with me.
So, here I was, 24 and ready to call that lifestyle quits; where she was 20, and just beginning. (she had her fake ID, so it wasn't like she couldn't get into clubs and such. Plus, she was a model and hot, not like she couldn't just give the doorman a wink anyway.)
She lived about 30 minutes away from me, and honestly, I was too lazy to go see her one night... even though I knew it could lead to the whole "Sex on a Beach" or in a park or what have you, like before. I decided to cancel on her last second, and ended up telling her I was busy for the rest of the week. I honestly didn't want to deal with her, or talk to her to talk about why I cancelled on such short notice.
Then, Friday night after work, when we would usually met up at my place and have a drink and interesting conversation... she didn't show up.
She called instead.
"dave, I need to talk to you. I don't think it's working out between us. You leave me wondering what's the matter, and you know, I've been talking to people, and figured out that I don't need this right now. I'm too young to be crying every night about you."
I was in shock. Not that we were breaking up, but that she was breaking up with me.
I told her that I undestood what she felt, and to take care of her self. I cared for her, and wished her the best. And if she ever needed to talk, she had my phone number.
We didn't talk again for a whole 24 hours.
She called me back to see how I was, and I said that I was devasted. I had been at home the entire time, and she asked if I was okay, and if I needed anything.
"What I need, is you."
She promptly came over to my house, (which was a 4 story townhouse that was awesome... 2 bars, big screen TV, stereo system... and my master suite had a fireplace, it's own walk in closet, and bathroom. Was freakin' amazing.) and we quickly started getting physical.
She said that she was sorry about the night before, but that her friends had brainwashed her into thinking a way that she normally didn't want to think; that she cared for me too much to just leave me like that.
The next morning, as I walked her to the car, I did feel kind of guilty, but I told her that she was right on Friday. I wasn't the person that she should be with. Not now, at least. Not until her partying days were over.
She got upset with me, and stopped calling me after that.
Lesson of the day:
No one breaks up with the Meat. No one.
As a prologue, she has called me, or e-mailed me every few months since that time, wanting to go out again. Wanting to catch up. And I have debated it, and have yet to take her up on that offer. She still cares for me, and I can only wonder what would have been had we stayed together. We didn't have any problems, but to me, we were together more out of convienence than anything else.
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Post by Mister Pigwell on Oct 7, 2007 23:36:55 GMT -5
2 bars is a bit of an overkill don't ya think?
Anyways... were they fully loaded?
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Post by Thread Pirate Roberts on Oct 7, 2007 23:39:58 GMT -5
Meat I don't think we can post together anymore.
It's not you, It's me I just can't go on living the lie.
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Post by Brandon Walsh is Insane. on Oct 7, 2007 23:40:19 GMT -5
2 bars is a bit of an overkill don't ya think? Anyways... where they fully loaded? Yes. Yes they were. My townhouse was party central. We had the area for the keg, the smoking patio, and it was nicknamed "The Castle." (due to the 4 stories, it was built like a castle tower.) The cheap alcohol stayed on the main floor; and the expensive ones were in the wet bar in my room.
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Post by Maidpool w/ Cleaning Action on Oct 7, 2007 23:41:30 GMT -5
What's goin' on in here?
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Post by humanoid on Oct 7, 2007 23:44:05 GMT -5
She might be more mature now, you should probably give her a shot. Or you could always give her my number....
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Post by Brandon Walsh is Insane. on Oct 7, 2007 23:45:57 GMT -5
It's that time once again... Storytime With The Meat!PBS' highest rated show! The preceeding was paid for by... Nintendo Cereal. Now you're eating with power!And... Speak and Spell. Now, we're talking!And by... Viewers Like You
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Post by Maidpool w/ Cleaning Action on Oct 7, 2007 23:49:25 GMT -5
It's that time once again... Storytime With The Meat!PBS' highest rated show! The preceeding was paid for by... Nintendo Cereal. Now you're eating with power!And... Speak and Spell. Now, we're talking!And by... Viewers Like YouI used to eat that cereal all the time. I was a sucka for Mario and Link.
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Post by Brandon Walsh is Insane. on Oct 7, 2007 23:51:35 GMT -5
She might be more mature now, you should probably give her a shot. Or you could always give her my number.... You know what, you're right.
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Post by humanoid on Oct 7, 2007 23:52:32 GMT -5
She might be more mature now, you should probably give her a shot. Or you could always give her my number.... You know what, you're right. You've still got my number right?
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