Ken785
Master Don Juan
To start off this date, I begin with a little history of the date to be. She's blonde, she's beautiful, has an amazing body, and she knows all of this. She is constantly being approached and harassed by guys, so she knows her sh!t doesn't stink and she can get whatever she wants.
I pull up to her house, get out of my car, and knock on her door. She opens it and wowsers!...my stomach drops as I see that she spent hours getting ready and it shows. Her dress looks amazing, she smells great, and I give her a hug and we start off on our way. The destination: the most expensive and fancy ocean view restaurant in the area. (I was in San Diego at the time). We arrive, promptly on time for the reservations I had made. We get seated, stare at the ocean for a minute, and begin a conversation.
Things are going well. We order a couple drinks, get some appetizer, and soon dinner and desert comes. At this time we're both having a blast, loving the food, the view, and the good company we are giving each other. People in the restaurant are staring at this amazing girl, and looking at me in awe of how a guy like me can get such things in life.
We're holding hands across the table, things are heating up and I know she is having a great time. While this is going on, I receive a phone call, and advise my date I have to step out for a minute and I will return promptly.
Five minutes goes by, and the waiter comes to the table to drop off our check. She looks at the bill, and is astonished. This is definitely the most expensive restaurant. Ten minutes goes by and she starts getting worried since I have yet to return. Fifteen minutes goes by and she freaks out. She reaches for her purse, but she then remembers how its in the car.
She starts making a commotion. I am nowhere to be found. What happened?
Cut to the end. I bounced. She had her stuff in my car.
The prize.... killing her "Sh!t don't stink" attitude; almost $200 in her wallet, a cell phone, credit cards, and her house and car keys.
The lesson learned....She spent the rest of the date in the kitchen, wearing that beautiful dress, washing dishes with the workers until she could pay the bill, or until one of her friends showed up to bail her out. Poor girl. Next time she knows not to tell her friends about how much money I have or how she's gonna try to get her hands on it. Just try to come to me with that kind of attitude. This is what happens. You get punked!!!!
**this story has been edited a little bit, one of my old friends found this story on the internet and put it in his myspace blog claiming to be his...people actually buy it...lol
I pull up to her house, get out of my car, and knock on her door. She opens it and wowsers!...my stomach drops as I see that she spent hours getting ready and it shows. Her dress looks amazing, she smells great, and I give her a hug and we start off on our way. The destination: the most expensive and fancy ocean view restaurant in the area. (I was in San Diego at the time). We arrive, promptly on time for the reservations I had made. We get seated, stare at the ocean for a minute, and begin a conversation.
Things are going well. We order a couple drinks, get some appetizer, and soon dinner and desert comes. At this time we're both having a blast, loving the food, the view, and the good company we are giving each other. People in the restaurant are staring at this amazing girl, and looking at me in awe of how a guy like me can get such things in life.
We're holding hands across the table, things are heating up and I know she is having a great time. While this is going on, I receive a phone call, and advise my date I have to step out for a minute and I will return promptly.
Five minutes goes by, and the waiter comes to the table to drop off our check. She looks at the bill, and is astonished. This is definitely the most expensive restaurant. Ten minutes goes by and she starts getting worried since I have yet to return. Fifteen minutes goes by and she freaks out. She reaches for her purse, but she then remembers how its in the car.
She starts making a commotion. I am nowhere to be found. What happened?
Cut to the end. I bounced. She had her stuff in my car.
The prize.... killing her "Sh!t don't stink" attitude; almost $200 in her wallet, a cell phone, credit cards, and her house and car keys.
The lesson learned....She spent the rest of the date in the kitchen, wearing that beautiful dress, washing dishes with the workers until she could pay the bill, or until one of her friends showed up to bail her out. Poor girl. Next time she knows not to tell her friends about how much money I have or how she's gonna try to get her hands on it. Just try to come to me with that kind of attitude. This is what happens. You get punked!!!!
**this story has been edited a little bit, one of my old friends found this story on the internet and put it in his myspace blog claiming to be his...people actually buy it...lol