HMMMM
Well,
gather around, men, for i shal tell you a tale of the date i was on last night.
This is a classic example of how RumRogerz deals with women.
This was our 3rd outing. RumRogerz hasn't been on the dating circuit in many moons, but he still remembers shit tests when he smells them. However, with this case, i simply gave up, hard. Read on, if ye will:
Went out to a restaurant.
She was acting really different. Couldn't figure it out, but i know better than to ask why.
She acted very defensive, and gave out curt and tart answers.
I'm nothing but a gentleman when i take women out, i couldn't for the life of me figure out why the sudden change in her.
The last 2 dates i think she wanted to get busy with me. But i don't do that anymore. If she got me about 4 years ago i would have forgotten her name by now. So, being as coy as i can be, i eased that tension away from her and gave a gentlemanly kiss.
So,
we're eating dinner. Well, I'M eating. She's drinking water and not touching the food.
I'm not that worried. My beer delicious.
Her phone rings.
She answers it.
Not good.
Then, she talks.
And talks.
For over 5 mins.
Then, RumRogerz gets mad. He gets mad because he knows what she's doing. She's being a cunt.
Well, tribe. RumRogerz can be a cunt, too. A gracious cunt, nontheless.
While she's laughing on the phone with whoever, i finish my beer. I have enough time to ask the waitress for a pen and paper, to which i write down:
"I've called you a cab"
I folded it, stood up, looked at her.
Winked
Put the piece of paper in front of her, she gave me a cocky smile and continued to talk.
And RumRogerz walked out, to his car.
Sat down,
Pulled the after dinner joint out
Started the car
And put his phone on silent.
Not a gallant way to treat women, but needless to say, it took her 10 mins to eventually call my celly.
I never answered, fuck that.