Girl From the Pub
On a nice summer weekend I went to a local pub with three friends to have a few drinks. As the night went on, we slid closer and closer to the dance floor where we ended up being surrounded by four beautiful women. To us, they were “unreal” as we had drinks and were as confident as men could get, thinking we could take on the world. I was dancing with one, who smelt of Satsuma (that orange smelling perfume) so, naturally I commented on it. That comment was enough to exchange numbers. I said I would call her in a few days to arrange dinner. I called two days later and she readily accepted. Things were going smoothly at dinner with pretty liberal conversation about a variety of topics from family to religion to habits and hobbies. Our date lasted more than five hours and to the delight of the waitress serving us, we left.
She said she wanted to stay the night. Naturally, I asked if she was sure, as I was unsure whether or not I wanted to see her again. But needless to say, the sex was incredible. At any rate, waking up in the morning beside this beautiful bombshell after what I had thought was a mind blowing night, she turned to me in the middle of my foyer and started to lose her bloody mind. She started stomping on the floor screaming at the top of her lungs, “I like you, I like you, I like you and I want to see you again!!!!” I just stood there, befuddled, gazing at a once beautiful body with flowing hair who now looked like a psychotic killer. So I said, mainly out of fear, that I would see her again. Instead of waiting to hear from me, she began to call me, showed up at my house, called me while she is drunk driving and went as far as calling me whilst on another date with another poor soul likely to get duped into the same thing I did. Needless to say, my number was changed and after running into her months down the road I decided to move.
