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"Beating the Dead Notes"
for Wednesday , August 11 , 2010 |
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This one time I did something I shouldn't have. (I actually have a few of these type of stories.) I used to be a conversational smoker. The activity itself, good or bad, lends itself to alot of social situations as if smokers were a yahoo group. Alot of the times I would smoke outside of my apartment building I would end up talking to a guy I didn't know very well. But that's how you meet people, you talk to them and be social. Anyways, I had run into this girl whose boyfriend had become a past tense. Upon ending a reintroductory conversation she mentioned that she had to go, but liked to hang out at a particular wine bar on Tuesdays around 9pm. So, since I didn't have a buddy to go bar hopping with, I made a bad decision. I asked mystery dude to be my wingman. The things that went wrong were numerous. I got my debit and credit card stolen, puked at the wine bar, and mystery guy ended up with a mystery gash on his forearm. That PALES IN COMPARISON to the bad times one would experience taking the browns to the superbowl in front of the girl you were hitting on at the bar.
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