Last year around this time my girlfriend at the time came home really upset. She had to go straight from a work out to class. She wore these really tight shorts and a tank top, and some girl snickers and says “eww what a slut”.
She was a physics major and took very nerdy classes. Needless to say she was a lot more attractive than most girls in her class. She always struggled with the stigma that blondes aren’t intelligent, and that women can’t be intelligent and beautiful. A lot of girls didn’t like her without giving her a chance, and most guys who befriended her just wanted to fuck her. So she only had a handful of friends, most of whom lived an ocean away, and like most people she just wanted to be liked.
That one little comment made her entire day shitty. The second day of class and she was already being judged by an entire group of strangers, because she went straight to class after the gym rather than go home, change, and be late.
Not to sound cocky or anything, but I get checked out a lot when I walk down the street or the halls of school. I usually notice it. Maybe it’s the way I walk, or my hair, or the way I dress. Either way I stand out, and I notice when girls check me out.
So the next week I show up to her class to pick her up when the class was over, with a little stuffed pikachu doll. I made sure to put on cologne, do my hair, and just look as good as possible. I walk into the class when it’s over, and notice the only 4 other girls check me out. I go up to her and give her a big hug and hand her the pikachu doll, told her she looks great in her little dress, and say loudly enough so that those other bitches could here “Do any of the girls in this class know what a gym is? Or perfume for that matter?”
I can see those bitches get pissed, and that little gesture totally made her week.
I met some random tourist in Time Square once, she thought I was pretty cool and wanted to take a picture with me.
This is how I decided we should pose.
We ended up hanging out all night, and I never saw her again after that.
7) if I were on a stranded island who would I wish to be with: This one is tough. i’d have to say whoever ends up being my future wife. I’m very picky for who i choose as a girlfriend, so a girl I’d choose as a wife wouldn’t definitely be really special. 45)
45) Describe your dream date: My dream date would take an entire day. First we’d have breakfast, then we’d spend hours in a museum. Taking pictures, seeing who can touch the most exhibits without getting caught. Followed by a picnic and wine in Central Park. Then off to a broadway show, or any show, maybe even the Circus! Finally dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. And finally back to my place to my blanket fort for movies, cuddling and rough passionate sex. I know who i wanna do this with too :/
Never interrupt me in the middle of a good book