And then there’s a dating story
So this isn't a current dating story.It's actually a flashback to early '07 during my 2nd group dating excursion.
I'm not sure of the exact reasons why, but I'm a fan of the ladies that're shorter than me.
Like 5'- 5'5" range.
They also tend to have a lil' firey streak 'bout them.
Kinda like chihuahas.
Except the ladies're loveable, huggable, kissable, an' more than likely not able to fit inside a purse to be carried around in public.
Point of that lil' statement, she was a short, brunette lady.
Very fun.
Very outgoing.
Met her bar-hopping downtown.
Normally though, she's a PB regular.
Historically, I'm not a fan of PB.
I keep seeing exes an' ladies I never called after they gave me their number.
And this one night just adds one more reason I tend to give other options priority.
So yea, PB regular.
We've been dating for a good month an' a half at this point.
This would be the 5th time we hit up PB.
Lots of drinks.
She was a fan of jagerbombs an' kamikazes.
What was fun 'bout her is that she could her liquor well.
Also had a tendency to get frisky.
Mmmhmm.
But I'm gettin' side-tracked.
We ended up drinkin' past her limit that night.
I think we were playin' a drinking game I created with her group of friends.
Take a shot everytime someone tried to join our group.
Double-shot if they made a reference to me bein' a pimp.
One guy, six ladies.
Just glad I wasn't pickin' up the entire tab that night.
Lots of alcohol intake.
Friskiness.
Whispers.
I raise an eyebrow.
I'm a gentleman.
So I'd like to accomodate her wishes.
We take care of our part of the tab, bid her friends a goodnight an' try to start rushing to her townhouse.
Right outside the bar is this guy smoking by himself.
Built like a mini-american gladiator an' had the mindset of a neanderthal.
To prove the point, he trys out a couple cat calls to the lady even though we're holding hands.
She ignores him.
That in-turn inspires him to showoff the rest of his impressive vocabulary.
Things along the lines of bitch, slut, whore, or someone that Can't Understand Normal Thinking.
One or all the phrases set her off.
She storms off to go yell at the guy.
Which makes sense cuz she's 5'1" without heels an' he's was something along the lines of 6'5".
Bein' a natural diplomat, I try to step in-between the two.
At this point, there as face-to-face as can be because of the height distance.
She might've even been jumping up at times to emphasize certain points.
I'm thinkin' it's when I offered to take him inside a buy a drink he decided to focus his anger (probably drunken) on me.
"You got beef?"
*shove*
"Huh chinaman!?"
*shove*
At this point I find myself wondering how it got to that point an' why aren't they any bouncers around.
Thought process gets interrupted when he takes a swing at me.
I duck.
Natural instincts kick in an' I land an elbow directly on his throat.
While he's holding his throat an' gasping for air, I give a couple quick kicks to both his kneecaps an' floor him.
I look at the lady I'm dating.
"Car. Run. Now."
She does.
In retrospect, this is probably one of the times where I should've thrown her over my shoulder.
But there's something fun 'bout watchin' a drunken run in heels lead the way.
Fun night.
That lil' relationship ended a few months down the line afterwards when we realized it wasn't goin' anywhere past a physical relationship.
To recap:
-Reggie likes ladies shorter than him.
-Reggie's not a fan of the PB area.
-Reggie's date got him into a lil' skirmish.
-Reggie is still dating because he refuses to let the last two girls he dated affect him in a negative way.
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Hope '08 is treating everyone well so far.
I've been meaning to post more.
But my lack of overall freetime an' want to post only quality stuff have kept me limited.
I'm also runnin' low on quotes.
Feel free to send ideas or other stuff my way.
Current Brain Age: 20
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"You're probably just better off sending a picture of your crotch with the subject line: wish you were here." - Anonymous
