I train at a brazilian jiu jitsu club. In the last year or so i've noticed some sideline groupies hanging out, mainly pretending to be texting. This one hot latina expresses an interest in me through a mutual friend. She shows up to my training session and watches me intently. Afterwards i'm getting texts about how hot I am, and how hot it was watching me on the mats, etc. Now let me interject here- i'm very jaded. I can't usually stand 98% of American women and try to avoid them. if a cool one approaches i'll see where things lead, but I NEVER get my hopes up. Good thing I had that principle for my first date with this girl.
So after texting back and forth for a few days we settle on saturday night for drinks. This girl has been texting me pictures of herself with a wifebeater on....and she's tiny- 5'3 110 lbs with HUGE natural boobs. Her face is about a 7, but she's got a cute smile.
So saturday rolls around, here's how the date goes. First, we were supposed to meet at a local pub at 9:30. 9:15 she emails me she's just now leaving her house, which is 30 minutes away. No worries, she's on "Colombiana" time I think.
I sit home playing call of duty black ops and drinking sailor jerry rum until she texts she's there. (I'm not leaving the house until I have actual confirmation the tramp has actually arrived at the set meeting point). I arrive and right off the bat it is smiles and drinks. We are getting along great.
Her probing questions were about how many girls i've slept with, what the craziest thing i've ever done was etc. She then told me that she was flexible and has had sex in an airplane, in the back of a car at the mall in broad daylight, and a few other places. She also talks about how her ex boyfriend is nuts and pulled a gun on some guy in a parking lot and how she depleted her savings paying all his legal fees until he of course dumped her. This went on and on.
She starts harping on me about how many girls i've fucked. "Several" I reply. "OH, SEVEN? you want me to believe that???" . NO. I said "SEVERAL" I reply.
From here things go south. She starts telling me how she got drunk and hooked up with a female friend one night and they ate each others pussies and got off. While it might sound cool, this chick had a bit of a psycho edge to her. She asks if i've ever had a threesome. i say, yeah, a few.
At this point she goes OFF on me. "WHAT ARE YOU GAY? or something?"
ME: Uh, what? No, lol.
Her; Well most guys that have had threesomes are gay!
Me: No, with two broads you dumb twat.
Her: Oh, i'm sorry...I didn't mean...to....lets change the subject.
ME: Yes, lets. Tell me your diplomatic strategy if you were china mediating a truce between the United states, your prime trading ally, and North Korea, your traditional communist ally.
Her: "Uhhhhh right. I don't know what that is."
Me: "Who is our vice president"
HEr: John Kerry
Me: is that your final answer?
Her: Shit, I donno that one!
Me: (to waitress) check please!
On the way out to the car she tries to apologize to me. I tell her that is the first time i've been accused of being a "nice guy" or a "queer" on a date. I then inform her in a calm voice that in no uncertain terms do i think she is a glorified slam pig, a low rent prepagos, and a filthy pig. I ask her if there is any way I can get my 5 hours back.
She goes nuts and is bawling and storms to her car.
I immediately cackle like a methed up jackal and drive the three blocks to my house where I promptly (not even kidding) book the first affordable fight I can to Bogota to see a SMOKING hot professional chick who is in her 20's. I'm staying at her place. Every single one of ther friends is a '10' or over. lmao at this ameri-skank. I can't even get mad at her. it would be like the teacher getting mad at the retard who drops his ice cream cone at recess. He just can't help it. He was born that way.
So after texting back and forth for a few days we settle on saturday night for drinks. This girl has been texting me pictures of herself with a wifebeater on....and she's tiny- 5'3 110 lbs with HUGE natural boobs. Her face is about a 7, but she's got a cute smile.
So saturday rolls around, here's how the date goes. First, we were supposed to meet at a local pub at 9:30. 9:15 she emails me she's just now leaving her house, which is 30 minutes away. No worries, she's on "Colombiana" time I think.
I sit home playing call of duty black ops and drinking sailor jerry rum until she texts she's there. (I'm not leaving the house until I have actual confirmation the tramp has actually arrived at the set meeting point). I arrive and right off the bat it is smiles and drinks. We are getting along great.
Her probing questions were about how many girls i've slept with, what the craziest thing i've ever done was etc. She then told me that she was flexible and has had sex in an airplane, in the back of a car at the mall in broad daylight, and a few other places. She also talks about how her ex boyfriend is nuts and pulled a gun on some guy in a parking lot and how she depleted her savings paying all his legal fees until he of course dumped her. This went on and on.
She starts harping on me about how many girls i've fucked. "Several" I reply. "OH, SEVEN? you want me to believe that???" . NO. I said "SEVERAL" I reply.
From here things go south. She starts telling me how she got drunk and hooked up with a female friend one night and they ate each others pussies and got off. While it might sound cool, this chick had a bit of a psycho edge to her. She asks if i've ever had a threesome. i say, yeah, a few.
At this point she goes OFF on me. "WHAT ARE YOU GAY? or something?"
ME: Uh, what? No, lol.
Her; Well most guys that have had threesomes are gay!
Me: No, with two broads you dumb twat.
Her: Oh, i'm sorry...I didn't mean...to....lets change the subject.
ME: Yes, lets. Tell me your diplomatic strategy if you were china mediating a truce between the United states, your prime trading ally, and North Korea, your traditional communist ally.
Her: "Uhhhhh right. I don't know what that is."
Me: "Who is our vice president"
HEr: John Kerry
Me: is that your final answer?
Her: Shit, I donno that one!
Me: (to waitress) check please!
On the way out to the car she tries to apologize to me. I tell her that is the first time i've been accused of being a "nice guy" or a "queer" on a date. I then inform her in a calm voice that in no uncertain terms do i think she is a glorified slam pig, a low rent prepagos, and a filthy pig. I ask her if there is any way I can get my 5 hours back.
She goes nuts and is bawling and storms to her car.
I immediately cackle like a methed up jackal and drive the three blocks to my house where I promptly (not even kidding) book the first affordable fight I can to Bogota to see a SMOKING hot professional chick who is in her 20's. I'm staying at her place. Every single one of ther friends is a '10' or over. lmao at this ameri-skank. I can't even get mad at her. it would be like the teacher getting mad at the retard who drops his ice cream cone at recess. He just can't help it. He was born that way.