I think we have a keeper here fellow forum friends.
Last night I was going out to meet some of my friends for drinks. Nothing really planned, but just a couple of beers and then an early night. After all it was Monday. All I can say was it did NOT work out that way at all.
So I decided I needed a new shirt to go out with. One of my fave clothiers would take me right by a (kind of X) girlfriends house. About two weekends ago I made the dreadful mistake about posting one of my sexcapades with a random woman on the forum, forgetting my lovely friend mentioned here before likes to read the forum. I guess I was a bit silly to get her involved knowing full well its my job to disclose my testing results.
I never lied to her before and she always knew what our relationship was about. Isn’t it cruel how life throws you curve balls though, the more time you spend with someone. Well it started to happen that I really was falling for the chicklet. She is classy and a real babe. Well that weekend for some unholy reason (I was demon possessed and she had long legs) I decided to change our relationship. Even though she knew I was a self proclaimed PUA, played the game and went out seeking fun with other ladies, for some reason the morning after when she called me I decided in my infinite stupidity, that I needed to lie to her. Of course being a woman she knew this and called me out on it.
Reminded me of the old school Shaggy song: “Wasn’t me!” She had me dead to rights when she said “How bout I just ask your dad?” BUSTED! She is way too cute and my pop adores her. Can’t say I blame him though, as it’s tough to look into those beautiful eyes and not give into her any whim. Regardless though my dad is a religious man and would never lie, especially when he knows it will get me in trouble with this one. She is so cute when she gets mad it can cause insanity in the sanest of any man. God help any man who is in her presence when she cries. She broke my heart one day 
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So being the fool that I am I decided we just wouldn’t talk until she came to her senses and apologize to me for being a crazy woman. After what felt like weeks, I decided to give her a chance to redeem her wicked ways and called her. Can you believe she was still angry? 
Unlike Jazzylicious my pheromones do not work over the phone. I was wearing 25 mcg P83 and 50 mcg of P124. I wondered if P124, with all its docile notes of submission would have the same calming effect on my tiger? Since I happened to be heading that way anyway I would stop by and see what type of results could be garnered from it. Perhaps she would come to her senses and realize the err of her ways.
I must say I was impressed because within moments of her getting ready to call daddy to come over and shoot the evil bastard who broke daddy’s little girl’s heart she was docile and compliant. LOL she knew what was going on and asked what type of magic potion I was wearing to calm her. My little tiger asked me if I had Instant Female Magic on. Aww, ferocious snarling tiger was now a pussy cat 
. She was putty in my hands. Anyway we had a good make out, err make up “talk” and decided to go get a bite to eat.
First I needed a new shirt and she has great taste, after all she is completely maddeningly in love with me! She picked me out a cool ass Nautica shirt to go with my weathered Nautica jeans. Damn that girl knows how to dress a man. I almost wrote that nothing happened in the clothiers, but I forgot to mention the wife of the guy next to me paying me compliments on my outfit. Her husband was obviously a bit jealous, but my lady was eating it up. She had that smug look on her face, like yeah I dress him well and later I’ll undress him too.
One point my chickedee came into the dressing room with me and I tried to get her to change her clothes. Lots of laughing and banging on the walls. When we came out the lady who was paying me compliments had a ghastly look of shame on her face. Don’t forget Memphis is the bible belt and that promiscuity is the work of the devil and my wicked demon lover. I think she was about to protest as a look of disgust came over her and yet when her mouth opened it was like she stopped in dead silence, looked at us, eyes getting glassy and then like she had lost her will to protest she simply changed her gaping mouth to a smile.
I think if the coppers carried P124 instead of Pepper Spray the world would be a better place. Instead of “Dude, don’t Taser me!” we would have “Dude, please P124 my ass, please.”
Life is so hard for SteveO!
OK I’m going to finish this up in a bit. I have to get the store and forum ready for tomorrow, so I’ll be back later to get to the juicy parts.
Teaser alert: It involves threesomes and midgets
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. OK someone call the Ramones. I’m sure they have the patent on Lobotomies.
LOL You sound sassy to me steveO, A little oggleing never hurt anyone. The break line was fully in tact when he left, I swear. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. 
