starfishandcoffee
Don Juan
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We're talking about someone who was the absolute girl of your dreams, and you could have fvcked her until you dropped dead from heart failure.
Back before I moved to my current university, I was going to community college in another city. I remember sitting down in a coffee shop between classes reading a book, and then she sat down across from me. (I was a lot more socially awkward then, and I was pushing 250.) She was exactly what I went for in a girl, and I have high standards -- she had an olympic-quality body, an quirky attractive face, very long curly black hair, was about five feet tall, and had an incredibly sexy voice...I tell you, guys, I would have killed a room full of people in order to get near her. It was like a PCP rush.
She was presumably doing homework, which I'm guessing was also her "I'm gonna look sexy in public and get guys to stare" time. she'd stretch. she was wearing a tank top and she'd do this amazing STREEETCH every few minutes. and it DROVE ME CRAZY. And she kept doing it. My loins started to scream at me, GET UP AND SAY HI TO HER YOU DOUCHEBAG, SAY HI NOW!
Half crazed with lust, I dragged my fat ass up there and asked her when the library was going to close. (There was obviously not enough blood for both ends.) And then I ran the hell out of there like Jesse Owens.
Two days later I was playing hacky-sack with a couple of acquaintances, and she walked by again. "Hey, did you find the library?" she asked me with this devlish grin on her face. Right then I knew she knew I wanted her, and she damn well wasn't going to give it to me. I guess she just found it amusing that this sad sack of a guy was so obviously into her.
It's three years later, and while I don't yet have the body of a greek god, I've improved myself by leaps and bounds and am slowly but surely building the life I want. Maybe it's sad, but I motivate myself by thinking of her sometimes. That's the kind of girl I'm gonna have on my arm someday, and screw anyone who says I can't do it.
Back before I moved to my current university, I was going to community college in another city. I remember sitting down in a coffee shop between classes reading a book, and then she sat down across from me. (I was a lot more socially awkward then, and I was pushing 250.) She was exactly what I went for in a girl, and I have high standards -- she had an olympic-quality body, an quirky attractive face, very long curly black hair, was about five feet tall, and had an incredibly sexy voice...I tell you, guys, I would have killed a room full of people in order to get near her. It was like a PCP rush.
She was presumably doing homework, which I'm guessing was also her "I'm gonna look sexy in public and get guys to stare" time. she'd stretch. she was wearing a tank top and she'd do this amazing STREEETCH every few minutes. and it DROVE ME CRAZY. And she kept doing it. My loins started to scream at me, GET UP AND SAY HI TO HER YOU DOUCHEBAG, SAY HI NOW!
Half crazed with lust, I dragged my fat ass up there and asked her when the library was going to close. (There was obviously not enough blood for both ends.) And then I ran the hell out of there like Jesse Owens.
Two days later I was playing hacky-sack with a couple of acquaintances, and she walked by again. "Hey, did you find the library?" she asked me with this devlish grin on her face. Right then I knew she knew I wanted her, and she damn well wasn't going to give it to me. I guess she just found it amusing that this sad sack of a guy was so obviously into her.
It's three years later, and while I don't yet have the body of a greek god, I've improved myself by leaps and bounds and am slowly but surely building the life I want. Maybe it's sad, but I motivate myself by thinking of her sometimes. That's the kind of girl I'm gonna have on my arm someday, and screw anyone who says I can't do it.