Reply With QuoteI'll play...
After my 4th divorce, and right before starting to date my 5th ex wife, I was going out with this stunning blonde barrel racer. I had a crush on her since I was 18, and she could shoot a pretty good game of pool. Anyway, back then me and a friend of mine would go out to these Wednesday night pool tournaments at a tavern a few miles out of town... Wednesday night tradition. We'd play pool, have a few drinks, and usually roll on back home after midnight. Normally I'd drop by this chicks house and stay over, instead of going home... my mid-week interlude... :crossx: Well, this one particular night another blonde showed up that I had seen a few times in the past, and boy was she a lot of fun. She comes in with her date and hangs out about an hour, barely even acknowledges me, and they leave. A half hour later, she shows up alone, comes up and starts practically trying to rape me right there in the bar. :idea: Well, outside it's like 25 degrees and like a dumbass, I'm wearing a tank top. She wants to go out to the truck and "talk". She goes out to warm the truck up and I call my girl to tell her I'm just going to head home afterwards and won't be dropping by. I walk out to the truck and in about a minute or so it's feeling like 100 degrees instead of 25... and I tell you she is on fire and we hit every position imaginable that can be done inside of a truck.Anyhow, we get done, and she heads back home to the boyfriend, and I head home. Next morning, I call up my girl... she asks how my night went, did I win anything at pool, yada yada yada... I said yeah, everything went good and we had a nice time. You know, it's good to be able to have a guys night out or a girl's night out with complete and total 100% trust... We get through with our small talk and then she says... "Tell you what, I'm gonna give you a little bit of advice"... I asked her what that was and she said "Next time you wanna take some slut out to the truck and F#ck em, make sure your phone is turned off"... :jawdrop: I was kinda dumbfounded at this time and all I could think was to ask her if I said or did something wrong? She told me that I could just come by and listen to her phone recorder and judge for myself. :jawdrop: I asked her why in the Hell she would record something like that and she said so her sister and mother and all her friends that just seem to think the world of me can see what a piece of shit I truly am... :2purples: I guess that's kinda drunk dialing without really knowing you're drunk dialing...
