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My marriage is on the ropes (Why am I so attractive?)
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| SuspicionVandit |
*This thread is the worst thread on front page. Please post about your online cybersex fantasies in other 12 threads.
First off, Audis are ty cars and today was the 4th day out of 14 days of ownership that I've had to go back and had chinks worked out. The man at the dealership told me 45 minutes to get the work done. Fine. I went walking around and to my favorite pizza shop for a slice. When I sat down, an attractive woman walked in, ordered and sat down. As she sat down, 2 of her pens fell out of her satchel and 1 rolled towards my foot. I picked it up for her and handed it to her, sparking a conversation.
From the very start, she was very chatty and somewhat flirtatious and by the end of our conversation she knew I had no connections to anyone in Seattle. She told me she wouldn't mind meeting again to show me the town and the nightlife. "ok sure." And so she wrote down her number on a piece of paper and that was that. What a nice young woman, I'm sure my fiancée would be great friends with her.
So I get on my cellular mobile device and tell her I found a nice friend for her.
She did not like it. At all. She was very mad. We were on the phone for 90 minutes (1 hour and a half) arguing, crying, yelling, laughing, and in the end, the issue a bit resolved.
I would not call this girl and she's requested that I have proof of the number destroyed and forgotten. Agreed.
I tore up the number.
flushed it down the toilet.
But the suspicions of women. They have no bounds and I don't believe that this emotional scratch has healed thoroughly. So I went ahead and covered all the bases. I did want her to think I had made a "backup" of the number.
I reformat my computer.
But what if I saved the number to a different partition? I poured an entire can of diet coke the reformatted disk drive.
Screw it, just bust up the entire computer.
No, not enough. I can't her have me thinking I saved it under a mattress, duct taped underneath a sink, locked in a secret room behind the bookshelf.
And what if this woman came across me as I strut the streets, meeting us at that wonderful pizza place? I had to take care of business.
http://www.komonews.com/news/local/51485512.html
I sent this news story to my fiancée.
I don't think she's coming back.
tada! |
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| david.michael |
| I'm not exactly sure of the point of this thread, but I think I might need to dial the number. |
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| Omega_Blue |
you did the right thing, my friend. covered all bases... except one.
what are you gonna do about the bodies??
careless :o |
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| DjWhooCares |
| + that pic of the # is a digital copy of the napkin...where she left her #....what are you going to do about that? |
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| Lira |
:stongue:
I love it! |
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| euphoria |
| quote: | Originally posted by david.michael
I'm not exactly sure of the point of this thread, but I think I might need to dial the number. |
Belltown Pizza |
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| david.michael |
| quote: | Originally posted by euphoria
Belltown Pizza |
Curiosity satisfied, ty. |
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| the_voice |
| be strong u can do it :p |
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| Demoted |
| So you're saying she's alone now? |
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| Joss Weatherby |
| seriously wtf are you doing in seattle you cunting whore. |
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