GIRL 174 ~ PORN IS EVIL GIRL
She came out of nowhere and hit on me like she had this foreknowledge that we’d be great together. This woman had fallen in love with my profile and told me so, and told me she NEEDED to see me that very night.
She took a picture of herself dolled up for the date, and she was awesome, in a blonde, blue-eyed, glasses-clad librarian sort of way. I didn’t detect any naughtiness in her, but perhaps I could teach her that.
At the Sycamore Grill, Saturday night. Crowded, so I was on the outside deck waiting for Possibly Naughty Librarian Girl. The waitress brought me a bourbon, but I didn’t drink it.
Possibly Naughty came half-running in from the parking lot and walked right up and kissed me full on the mouth. No tongue, but she was truly carried away by me.
I looked at her. Better than her pictures, and I liked her. I wanted her.
She was a firehose of words, though, and you guys know how I feel about women like that. I’m always tempted to put my cock in their mouths to see if their mouths work as well at sex as they do at yammering.
So, we’re in the middle of scallops and crab meat when she looks up at me and says, suddenly, do you have any diseases down there?
I do, I said, looking her in the eyes. Herpes. I’m too much of a slut. I don’t have outbreaks, but it’s in my blood.
You’d thought I’d just slapped her, and hard.
The date obviously ended right there, and any chance of a relationship with it.
But just to satisfy my curiosity, I decided to ask her a question, just to see if my radar were correct that she was unsexual.
Tell me, I said, what do you think of pornography?
She looked at me, her alabaster face going even whiter.
I think porn is evil, she says. It’s truly an awful thing to – to – to FILM that.
She looked like her scallop had turned to a dog turd.
I gotta go, I said, as I took my copy of the check. Walk you to your car?
Oh, yes, she said. I could never be at a bar by myself!
Now, where the hell is my spider sense for these penis-hating females? What the hell is going wrong here?
Had some witch cast a spell on me?
She came out of nowhere and hit on me like she had this foreknowledge that we’d be great together. This woman had fallen in love with my profile and told me so, and told me she NEEDED to see me that very night.
She took a picture of herself dolled up for the date, and she was awesome, in a blonde, blue-eyed, glasses-clad librarian sort of way. I didn’t detect any naughtiness in her, but perhaps I could teach her that.
At the Sycamore Grill, Saturday night. Crowded, so I was on the outside deck waiting for Possibly Naughty Librarian Girl. The waitress brought me a bourbon, but I didn’t drink it.
Possibly Naughty came half-running in from the parking lot and walked right up and kissed me full on the mouth. No tongue, but she was truly carried away by me.
I looked at her. Better than her pictures, and I liked her. I wanted her.
She was a firehose of words, though, and you guys know how I feel about women like that. I’m always tempted to put my cock in their mouths to see if their mouths work as well at sex as they do at yammering.
So, we’re in the middle of scallops and crab meat when she looks up at me and says, suddenly, do you have any diseases down there?
I do, I said, looking her in the eyes. Herpes. I’m too much of a slut. I don’t have outbreaks, but it’s in my blood.
You’d thought I’d just slapped her, and hard.
The date obviously ended right there, and any chance of a relationship with it.
But just to satisfy my curiosity, I decided to ask her a question, just to see if my radar were correct that she was unsexual.
Tell me, I said, what do you think of pornography?
She looked at me, her alabaster face going even whiter.
I think porn is evil, she says. It’s truly an awful thing to – to – to FILM that.
She looked like her scallop had turned to a dog turd.
I gotta go, I said, as I took my copy of the check. Walk you to your car?
Oh, yes, she said. I could never be at a bar by myself!
Now, where the hell is my spider sense for these penis-hating females? What the hell is going wrong here?
Had some witch cast a spell on me?