Hey, it’s Knuckles again. Instead of asking questions on how to meet woman, I like to ask questions on how to deal with them after a night of awkwardily pawing and box eating.<\/p>\n
I met two women Friday night. They were friends of my buddys girfriend. Girl#1 was of robust proportions, a good 5’11 280. Still she had the pretty face and good personality that keep some big girls from being ridiculed on a daily basis. Nice girl, a virgin too. Girl#2 was more my type except she dressed like Janine Garafolo. She had a shapleyness to her but dressed down as to not show it off. Long black hair possibly some hispanic involved. I was confident some spanish pirate has swashbuckled through the gene pool on at least one occasion in the last 500 years.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Alcohol is consumed at the bar we are all at. The alcohol had many positive effects for all. Girl#1 worked up the courage to give me her phone number, which I politeley entered into my cell phone under the heading “NEVER CALL THIS# BUT ENTER IT IN SO SHE DOESN’T FEEL BAD” even Knuckles sometimes has a heart.\u00a0 I arrived at this bar at 9:00 and by 2:30 I am in bed with girl#2. We proceed to fool around fondle and grope, genitals are touched and oraly manipulated. But no intercourse is performed. We wake up at 8:00 and both of course became farmers having to go to work. Now there was a mutal attraction and I would meet this girl again for possibly a date and intercourse. BUT since the actual hook up took place at some friend of theirs house, well girl#1 was there too (we all slept there because I can’t drink and drive again for 4 years) she doesn’t know about the hook up with girl#2 because she passed out on a couch when we got there.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n So now guess who has to give me a ride to where I left my car? Girl#1 (i know that doesn’t make sense, but that’s how it worked out somebody drove her car and all of us to the house we ended up at)\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n So the 2 girls and myself are all in the car together, I didn’t get a chance to ask #2 for her number AND I didn’t feel like asking her in front of the girl who had given me hers previously.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n So I ask my buddy’s girlfreind to get the phone number for me when she sees her at work (they all work together). We’ll she’s a useless bitch, got mad at my my buddy and didn’t do it, and it’s now Thursday. This girl probably thinks I’m some sort of asshole (which I am, but don’t plan on letting her in on it till after we bang about 5 times).\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Even when I fuck prostitutes I beep the horn at them if I see them on the street later that day. Like I said, sometimes even Knuckles has a heart. So I feel bad that here I have this good looking girl to roll around with for a while and I can’t even contact her to tell her much I enjoyed hooking up with her. I can probably see her Friday night at the same bar, but she will be all bent and I will have to really put on my best work to get her to hook up ever again.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n So I yelled at my friends girl again to get me the damn number, my question, given the circumstances is Thursday night too late? AND do I tell her why I didn’t ask for the number in the first place? Of course asking a bunch of guys who took Lt. Uhura cutouts to their proms probably won’t help me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hey, it’s Knuckles again. Instead of asking questions on how to meet woman, I like to ask questions on how to deal with them after a night of awkwardily pawing and box eating. I met two women Friday night. They … Continue reading
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\nAfter being told by the friends girfriend not to bother with Girl#2 because she likes girls, well the alcohol apparently changed all that.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n