Originally Posted by Novelty Fashion
(Post 7310709)
Well, AAR time.
I know it's late, but work is killing me.
So I decided on the Rodeo, for some of the above reasons. It was a "date" at a houseparty. We just met a few days prior, but seemed to hit it off.
I was clean, car was clean, it was nice. Anyhow, we get there and it was a total disaster.
She locked in on some girlfriends and I was nearly forgotten. This was not bad, as there was an open bar and free food. I also met and chatted up a 20-year old college chick who is in school for dance. She was super hot and super into me when I showed her some drinking games. Man, I love college chicks.
I've done the houseparty date and it can go a couple of ways, either we're there "together" and I'm clearly her date, (and vice versa), or I'm forgotten. This was the latter.
In hindsight, I wasn't too pissed, because it showed me quite a few things about her personality, and she dropped things in conversation that night that were huge red flags. In short, she's a self-absorbed narcissist who thinks only of herself, is not considerate of others, and after a few drinks, gets pretty racist against White people, (she's Mexican).
A couple of hours later, I bailed. I used to be in the Army, (and I told her this), so I very publicly fiddled with my phone and said that I just received word that there was terrorism in Austin I had to go fight. I looked at her as earnestly as I could and with a straight face told her I wasn't bailing because of her poor personal skills, her crappy friends, or the lame party, but that I was bailing FOR AMERICA and she had no right to be pissed. I did make sure she had a ride home, however. See, I'm a gentleman.
I then proceeded to investigate reports of Al-Qaeda agents infiltrating downtown Austin and San Marcos. I interviewed many hot women, (perfect terrorism disguise), and personally tested the liquor bottles and beer taps in many of the local pubs for poison. Thankfully my search turned up no terrorists or poison.
The things I do for this country.
Anyhow, that's how it went. I don't think I'll be calling her. The friend that set us up got an earful about it. I'm not playing that s**t again.
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