I'm sure most of you have heard the "would you love me if I was fat" shit test from women -- which is obviously only said when the chick is not fat.
I saw a different variation of this test tonight while out with a married friend at Happy Hour.
While sippin' and posted up at the bar, his phone buzzes, and I look down and see the following message:
First off, I haven't seen this dude's wife in maybe two years. According to him, she's always out of town on business, sick, or whatever, and after reading that, I realized those were all lies.
He's ashamed of her.
I went to school with this girl, although older than me (late 20s by now I think), I remember her being hot, with a surprisingly bangin' body for a girl of such small stature, but I guess that girl belongs to yesteryear.
I played it cool, and a few minutes later asked my friend how his wife was doing, and he said she's great, and that he was going to be leaving shortly after we finished our drinks so he could go home and be with her, then he texted her back, casually turned away from the bar, looked at all the hotties in the vicinity of our area, and took a deep breath.
I didn't bother to look at what his immediate response was, probably some shit along the lines of, "of course baby, you're beautiful", but at that moment I felt sorry for him and most other married dudes, who are now ashamed of their wives and hating their lives, but they'll never let you know that -- they rather keep up the facade of happy hubby, father, blah blah and convince you to join along in the misery.
In the highway of life, few of us are cruising down the road, while most of these chumps are broken down on the side, refusing to look for a ride, and instead trying to convince themselves at some point the car will start.
I saw a different variation of this test tonight while out with a married friend at Happy Hour.
While sippin' and posted up at the bar, his phone buzzes, and I look down and see the following message:
Quote:Quote:
"Even though I've got old and fat since we first met, do you still think I'm pretty?"
First off, I haven't seen this dude's wife in maybe two years. According to him, she's always out of town on business, sick, or whatever, and after reading that, I realized those were all lies.
He's ashamed of her.
I went to school with this girl, although older than me (late 20s by now I think), I remember her being hot, with a surprisingly bangin' body for a girl of such small stature, but I guess that girl belongs to yesteryear.
I played it cool, and a few minutes later asked my friend how his wife was doing, and he said she's great, and that he was going to be leaving shortly after we finished our drinks so he could go home and be with her, then he texted her back, casually turned away from the bar, looked at all the hotties in the vicinity of our area, and took a deep breath.
I didn't bother to look at what his immediate response was, probably some shit along the lines of, "of course baby, you're beautiful", but at that moment I felt sorry for him and most other married dudes, who are now ashamed of their wives and hating their lives, but they'll never let you know that -- they rather keep up the facade of happy hubby, father, blah blah and convince you to join along in the misery.
In the highway of life, few of us are cruising down the road, while most of these chumps are broken down on the side, refusing to look for a ride, and instead trying to convince themselves at some point the car will start.
