I concede I feel tongue tied with the irrational female species of humanity, but vocal infirmity is a new low I may have to contend for myself.Here we are acting normal in a not so normal place.The heights of ineptitude is trying to look not like a person who frequents this place.In the due course I was proven to be a Hustler virgin due to being normal.Huh that's a nice epithet to get from a girl who seems to take joy in my condition.She didn't give me moments of respite throughout is needless to say.
Okay here I am with my JD and ice, acting non-wide eyed with the girl gradually undressing at the pole.How normal ! Acting interested in the folk who goggle wide eyed would label me something unwarranted.So I am forced to gaze on screen.'Your friend seems quiet',drifts into my aural sense.Thank goodness I can listen!Too happy with the achievement I miss the rest of the conversation. That smile puts me back to my peg and ahem my place.Hello give me some more time.Time I mean without you on my knees with a most comforting view.Easy tiger!(Tiger huh ..what an inspiring name)
She drifts off and I find that I can breathe too.After so scintillating a encounter, other scantily clad , well versed specimens come parading.I am at my devastating best.Crude and brunt replies are what I pride myself in.So the first wave subsides.But relentlessness is something we need to learn from our better halves.The next wave makes me wonder.Here comes the alter of Socrates.The artificiality makes me sick.The fake lines.The praise of grisly creatures.But hello Socrates , if you wanted a fair conversation why not try out a normal place.I feel enlightened.Buddha must have felt the same; on an entirely different plane though.
So I have decided to take the plunge.My arch nemesis is back.This time talking buisness.For heaven sakes damn you girl.Don't you realise with your clothes you make me so uncomfortable ! I decide that talking with eyes would be the safest option.I nod my head.Anyways I was pretty unsure of my vocal chords responding to my distressed call.I choose another girl.Did I choose or went with the flow.Heh that is for you to decide!
Hand in hand or should I say cheek on cheek i march to the temple of insanity or should I say ....
To be continued.....
Okay here I am with my JD and ice, acting non-wide eyed with the girl gradually undressing at the pole.How normal ! Acting interested in the folk who goggle wide eyed would label me something unwarranted.So I am forced to gaze on screen.'Your friend seems quiet',drifts into my aural sense.Thank goodness I can listen!Too happy with the achievement I miss the rest of the conversation. That smile puts me back to my peg and ahem my place.Hello give me some more time.Time I mean without you on my knees with a most comforting view.Easy tiger!(Tiger huh ..what an inspiring name)
She drifts off and I find that I can breathe too.After so scintillating a encounter, other scantily clad , well versed specimens come parading.I am at my devastating best.Crude and brunt replies are what I pride myself in.So the first wave subsides.But relentlessness is something we need to learn from our better halves.The next wave makes me wonder.Here comes the alter of Socrates.The artificiality makes me sick.The fake lines.The praise of grisly creatures.But hello Socrates , if you wanted a fair conversation why not try out a normal place.I feel enlightened.Buddha must have felt the same; on an entirely different plane though.
So I have decided to take the plunge.My arch nemesis is back.This time talking buisness.For heaven sakes damn you girl.Don't you realise with your clothes you make me so uncomfortable ! I decide that talking with eyes would be the safest option.I nod my head.Anyways I was pretty unsure of my vocal chords responding to my distressed call.I choose another girl.Did I choose or went with the flow.Heh that is for you to decide!
Hand in hand or should I say cheek on cheek i march to the temple of insanity or should I say ....
To be continued.....
Is this a fact or just one of your weird views???
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