Dude, seriously. Stick with the 5s, you'll be a lot happier.

How would you know?

Neither of you are beautiful.

We're beautiful enough for each other. And that's all that matters.

Big talk. She'll ditch you just like the others did.

We're not having dinner. :evil:

Your zinger lost its' sting because of the grammar error.

Did you get nudes? She could be hiding a four incher in those pants.

ahahahahaahahahahah

50/50 chance that she is a dude. Did I say that correctly???:doh!:

OK, here's the story.

This girl wants to suck my dick. Lucky me. She's getting off work and heading to her tanning salon and wants to meet me there, and it's not far, so I head up there. She apparently was getting off at 5. I get there at 5:35 and stave off the advances of the gay clerk. Actually, we had a pretty nice conversation, I'm sure he wanted my number or something.

Anyway, 6:00 gets there and I begin to feel as if I've been stood up, played, been led on a wild goose chase, whatever. 6:20, I decide to leave. Damn.

About five minutes down the road I get a text that says "Hey! Im running a little late. U there yet?" WTF!!! Oh cruel fates. So we exchange a few more messages and plan to meet up tomorrow...although I'm not entirely sure I'm still not being played. However, she did say she talked to the clerk, who told her I had been waiting, and that he said I was "cute." Jeez, gay guys.

http://i32.tinypic.com/i6jm93.jpg

Okay, so it's actually the dude that wants to blow you. Just keep telling yourself "a mouth is a mouth".

LOL believe me when no one came in I started thinking the gay guy was playing me. But it's not him.

so, when do a bunch of coincidences become a pattern in your mind?

God lord goat boy. First your pitching wood, now muff diving.
You couldn't get this chick to look your way let alone blow you. When I see a pic of this chick slobering your knob i'll believe it, until then :BS: