Wierd update on this post about the blonde I never called . . .
It turns out that the joke is actually on me.
I ran into her a few months later and she had dropped that annoying 20 pounds and looked a lot better.
And of course now she had a BF right? Well it gets better.
Listen to this:
We are talking one night after she has one too many drinks and it turns out that she kind of likes girls also . . . and she has picked up a girl in a bar (usually one of her long term friends actually) and taken the girl home with her to share with her boy friend.
That's a threesome for those of you that weren't paying attention.
I was like WTF?
I mean thats pretty wicked isn't it?
I was thinking, I didn't call you? With that kind of Spidey-Sense I am not going to be very sucessful.
My interest in her shot up 2500 percent, I said: How come we never got together? And she replied logically: You never called . . .
So the moral of the story boys is . . .
CALL You never know what kind of experience you might be missing out on . . . I mean that is like a Penthouse Magazine Letter I blew.