So
I don't normally do this
Well really, I don't normally do anything,
Except getting up and getting dressed.
But
I didn't sleep well last night
Very lustful dreams.
I have to write this
because if I don't
it'll just stay bottled up
and it'll get worse in time.
Can't talk to anyone about it
because
well, I guess I've abused that privilege one too many times.
So yesterday, I'm at my bar, chillin, doin the poker thing.
I know I'm relatively attractive but I wasn't really looking for anyone
Saw one possibly cute girl, didn't really look like my type so I just shrugged it off
She ends up sitting next to me
Queen of the trash talkers.
I love it.
Of course I do, I love trash talk
But only when it's quality.
I'm dealing cards, she's talking mess
I talk back.
Nothing new
But she's a vulgar one
Curses like a homeless alky
I can only smile
It's fun
It's harmless
I'm having a good time
Terrible cards, but a great time.
We go back and forth over every hand
I don't know why
I start shit, she finishes
She starts shit, I finish it
every hand.
People are starting to wonder how long we've known each other
We've just met.
She's cute. Cuter than I thought she was
Got a little speech impediment, maybe a slight lisp? I don't know
But there's more than just rap music going in that head
Military? Didn't see that coming
No wonder she's got that mouth.
Ah but she's not staying for long
That sucks.
Just a travelin woman.
I realize,
I kinda like this chick.
She calls me a cocksucker
I say go sit on a dick and spin
She says she will, later tonight
guy from across the table mutters "lucky guy"
Bathroom break
She left her phone
Oh, there's a half naked dude on there
Damn, guess that guy is lucky.
Ah well.
Still, the shit talking is fun
Break time
Stretch
She gets up
other guy at the table
'man, she's something else eh?'
'Yea, but she won't shut up'
She can play though
Yes, because she's really gifted at talking shit
No man I mean really, look at the cards, she can play
Maybe.
Hands played
Table breaks apart
I go one way, she goes the other.
That was fun
But now lets actually play poker.
...Doesn't work.
Free drinks.
I'm out.
Damn.
Losers table?
Maybe
Oh she's out too
We're talking
she's had a few too many free jager shots
but just can't let the last whiskey drink go
'I paid for it already' she says
I have to smile
That's dedication right there.
Dedication and foolishness
Right up my alley.
She shares a story about the last time she had so much jager
almost sounds like a venture into poly
but
not in a great way.
She brags about her assets
and by assets I mean body
she breaks niggas
I say that's not hard, niggas are always broke anyway
no, she says and gyrates her hips
she breaks niggas.
Oh, heh, right.
She talks about sexual escapades
I'm just enjoying it
laughing
little embarrassed but clearly intrigued
She's got the goods
I say she's got a nice body
touch the curves
the outline
Oh yes, she's got the goods.
A naked picture.
Wait, what? A naked picture?
No faces, she says
never send the faces.
That way they don't know if its really her
But it is.
One quick glance up and down and you already know
It's her.
There's more
More of the goodies
The special spots
But she can't show me those.
Not yet.
Damn.
She likes dick.
Clearly.
not a lesbian, she says
but I can tell if a bitch is bad
How'd we get from literate to ghetto?
Playful hits
but she hits to win.
None too bad
one gutshot that I have to brush off
but she's gotta go.
...does she?
She's a little rough
I like that.
More than I realize
She's not dainty.
And she really likes it rough.
'You ever coming back?'
'Maybe.'
A hug
Then a bear hug
I will not be outdone.
Still talkin shit
but her ass feels great.
Smack. That. Shit.
Twice.
...What?
Even the waitress asks me
So are you taking her home?
Maaaaaan do I want to.
Do I ever.
She says lets wrestle
Seriously?
Damn.
And this, this is where I did the wrong thing:
I thought.
I thought
'is she joking? She's gotta be'
I thought
'what am i doing?'
I thought
'why am i not doing this?'
I thought
'what's going to happen?'
I thought
'should I...?'
I thought.
I thought, dammit.
I thought.
Why
I don't know.
I still, don't know.
She's gone
I leave
Parking lot
Sitting in my car
...what was her name?
Damn.
I don't normally do this
Well really, I don't normally do anything,
Except getting up and getting dressed.
But
I didn't sleep well last night
Very lustful dreams.
I have to write this
because if I don't
it'll just stay bottled up
and it'll get worse in time.
Can't talk to anyone about it
because
well, I guess I've abused that privilege one too many times.
So yesterday, I'm at my bar, chillin, doin the poker thing.
I know I'm relatively attractive but I wasn't really looking for anyone
Saw one possibly cute girl, didn't really look like my type so I just shrugged it off
She ends up sitting next to me
Queen of the trash talkers.
I love it.
Of course I do, I love trash talk
But only when it's quality.
I'm dealing cards, she's talking mess
I talk back.
Nothing new
But she's a vulgar one
Curses like a homeless alky
I can only smile
It's fun
It's harmless
I'm having a good time
Terrible cards, but a great time.
We go back and forth over every hand
I don't know why
I start shit, she finishes
She starts shit, I finish it
every hand.
People are starting to wonder how long we've known each other
We've just met.
She's cute. Cuter than I thought she was
Got a little speech impediment, maybe a slight lisp? I don't know
But there's more than just rap music going in that head
Military? Didn't see that coming
No wonder she's got that mouth.
Ah but she's not staying for long
That sucks.
Just a travelin woman.
I realize,
I kinda like this chick.
She calls me a cocksucker
I say go sit on a dick and spin
She says she will, later tonight
guy from across the table mutters "lucky guy"
Bathroom break
She left her phone
Oh, there's a half naked dude on there
Damn, guess that guy is lucky.
Ah well.
Still, the shit talking is fun
Break time
Stretch
She gets up
other guy at the table
'man, she's something else eh?'
'Yea, but she won't shut up'
She can play though
Yes, because she's really gifted at talking shit
No man I mean really, look at the cards, she can play
Maybe.
Hands played
Table breaks apart
I go one way, she goes the other.
That was fun
But now lets actually play poker.
...Doesn't work.
Free drinks.
I'm out.
Damn.
Losers table?
Maybe
Oh she's out too
We're talking
she's had a few too many free jager shots
but just can't let the last whiskey drink go
'I paid for it already' she says
I have to smile
That's dedication right there.
Dedication and foolishness
Right up my alley.
She shares a story about the last time she had so much jager
almost sounds like a venture into poly
but
not in a great way.
She brags about her assets
and by assets I mean body
she breaks niggas
I say that's not hard, niggas are always broke anyway
no, she says and gyrates her hips
she breaks niggas.
Oh, heh, right.
She talks about sexual escapades
I'm just enjoying it
laughing
little embarrassed but clearly intrigued
She's got the goods
I say she's got a nice body
touch the curves
the outline
Oh yes, she's got the goods.
A naked picture.
Wait, what? A naked picture?
No faces, she says
never send the faces.
That way they don't know if its really her
But it is.
One quick glance up and down and you already know
It's her.
There's more
More of the goodies
The special spots
But she can't show me those.
Not yet.
Damn.
She likes dick.
Clearly.
not a lesbian, she says
but I can tell if a bitch is bad
How'd we get from literate to ghetto?
Playful hits
but she hits to win.
None too bad
one gutshot that I have to brush off
but she's gotta go.
...does she?
She's a little rough
I like that.
More than I realize
She's not dainty.
And she really likes it rough.
'You ever coming back?'
'Maybe.'
A hug
Then a bear hug
I will not be outdone.
Still talkin shit
but her ass feels great.
Smack. That. Shit.
Twice.
...What?
Even the waitress asks me
So are you taking her home?
Maaaaaan do I want to.
Do I ever.
She says lets wrestle
Seriously?
Damn.
And this, this is where I did the wrong thing:
I thought.
I thought
'is she joking? She's gotta be'
I thought
'what am i doing?'
I thought
'why am i not doing this?'
I thought
'what's going to happen?'
I thought
'should I...?'
I thought.
I thought, dammit.
I thought.
Why
I don't know.
I still, don't know.
She's gone
I leave
Parking lot
Sitting in my car
...what was her name?
Damn.
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