You are my congregation.
By telling you this I am absolving myself from sin.
I just came home from a night on the town.
I was out at this place where I accidentally bumped into a business associate which I share a couple of glasses with. The discussion turned onto game and his apparent lack of it. I intended to demonstrate some on a couple of women. The introduction came from throwing a lemon slice at a couple of girls across the room from us.
Amateur move.
I was drunk.
I intended for it to grace them to gain their attention.
It hit one of the girls squarely in the chest and came to rest at her arm that was folded across her chest.
She came right over holding her drink above my head asking what the hell I was doing. I tried deflecting with a shit-eating grin and a cool story. Not working.
Got the drink poured over me.
Now that's all fine and well. I deserved it. I recovered. Later thais night I worked up some Iraqi girls to fuck my brains out.
Iraqi.
That's like two degrees from nuns.
But this didn't matter. Seeing me in this position my unbeknowst friend would backslide from all that I tried to tell him to the Cosmopolitan static that he's been force-feed all his life.
From this he learned that chivalry and manners was the way to deal with women.
Guilt.
Pangs of it.
And it all due to me.
This entire incident is no skin of my back. But the fact that I turned a man into a chump I will bear with me till the end of my days.
By telling you this I am absolving myself from sin.
I just came home from a night on the town.
I was out at this place where I accidentally bumped into a business associate which I share a couple of glasses with. The discussion turned onto game and his apparent lack of it. I intended to demonstrate some on a couple of women. The introduction came from throwing a lemon slice at a couple of girls across the room from us.
Amateur move.
I was drunk.
I intended for it to grace them to gain their attention.
It hit one of the girls squarely in the chest and came to rest at her arm that was folded across her chest.
She came right over holding her drink above my head asking what the hell I was doing. I tried deflecting with a shit-eating grin and a cool story. Not working.
Got the drink poured over me.
Now that's all fine and well. I deserved it. I recovered. Later thais night I worked up some Iraqi girls to fuck my brains out.
Iraqi.
That's like two degrees from nuns.
But this didn't matter. Seeing me in this position my unbeknowst friend would backslide from all that I tried to tell him to the Cosmopolitan static that he's been force-feed all his life.
From this he learned that chivalry and manners was the way to deal with women.
Guilt.
Pangs of it.
And it all due to me.
This entire incident is no skin of my back. But the fact that I turned a man into a chump I will bear with me till the end of my days.