March 13, 2007
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I haven't had much luck with meeting women as of late, and I don't get approached by women usually when I got sweats and dirty Tims and no makeup on, unless its to tell me that I dropped my wallet again. Ok I kid about makeup but you get my point, I look like I belong on Howard St. in west Baltimore... not good at all. I was browsing some books at Barnes & Noble today when I was approached by mindly-attractive girl. She strikes up a nice conversation with me asking me about what I was reading, and we started talking about all sorts of things, books, school, bars, blahblahblah, the usual stuff, we got to know each other a bit for a good 10-15 minutes (long enough to warrant phone number exchanges). I'm thinking I just hit jackpot, until we start talking about jobs.
Then the conversation goes to something like this:
Me: So what do you do?
Girl: I work at the mall part time right now, but I do a bit of side business.
Me: ...."side business"?
Girl: Yeah its pretty fun.
Me: Wait..... what kind?
Girl: Oh its nothing big, me and a group of people have these business plans, you'll probably be interested in it i bet.... I can talk to you more about th--
Me: Hold up....... you mean this whole time.......
[My pyramid scheme / get-rich-quick alarms are blaring off on DEFCON 1.]
Me: Don't you hate pyramid schemes?
Girl: ..........
Me: Well uh, you know what.... its been nice chatting with you but uh... if my uh, parole officer finds out I'm violating my probation he'll murder me. Oh and um, my kitchen is on fire too so uh... gotta go. By the way, nice tits. Bye!
*sigh*. Some things really are too good to be true. I'm sorry if I'm an ass, but come on now. Don't waste my time.
Comments (8)
you could have had your own pyramid scheme with her on the bottom though...
at least you topped it off with nice tits. always a good compliment.
nothing wrong with keepin' it real, it'll save you stress for settling under your standards.
haha yeah my pyramid scheme detector is set to ultra sensitive these days.
Yeah? and I shared mine with a burly black dude from Louisiana that snored like an Oregon saw mill.
Yeah...but what if by "side business" she really meant "brothel"....
you know, i'll take a sort of cute girl trying to sell me something over an old man telling me an awkward story any day. i wonder what she was trying to sell you.
By the way, nice tits. You need an exit strategy.
i would flame you for being a chauvinistic pig, but ahh.... you wouldn't be YOU! your stupid responses to stupid people don't even surprise me anymore. good job.
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