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Remember the girl that asked me to play darts? Well....
She got sick the next day so we didn't hang out until yesterday. So 7AM, after work, we meet out in the plaza here. The pool is closed, but the hottub is open. So, I suggest we go lay in the sun and go in the hottub. She's like Yeah!... So I think to myself cool, the girl is somewhat open minded and spontaneous...
So we're sitting there, and she's a pretty talkative girl, and we're in the hottub with a couple other guys (welcome to the sausagefest that is my life) and she's chatting it up. My admiration quickly turns to annoyance... but hey, she may just be being friendly.
We get out and we're laying together (I'd seen her before in a bikini so no suprises - she's pretty hot. Not marriage material, but for here, big score) ... er, anyway... I am consistantly trying to make some intelligent conversation, just getting to know her...
Bad idea.
So I got to know her. I think I hate her. Every question I asked her turned into her talking about how spoiled she was growing up or how she's a daddy's girl.
Example:
Me: "So, if you could be any place right now... where would you be?"
Her: "Hmmm.. I guess I'd be on an island, a resort or something. My Dad used to take us to the beach all the time when we were kids. I was so spoiled! (3rd time) My brothers would always get in trouble but not me! Blah blah blah...
So it's to the point now where people nearby that can listen are actually laughing at this girls deluded sense of self-importance.
We get out of there. We go start drinking... and she won't stop talking about how she's cool with the bartenders here and she can drink as much as she wants for free.
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Pausing the story for a moment:
With the facts above - Did I or did I not sleep with her? I want to know what you guys think. 
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