Got the idea from lil charlie's thread (the dumb things we say).
I'll start.
I was 18 living on my own in an appartment across the street from a 7-11 store. The store had a way hot girl working the counter sometimes.Well I fell in love.Problem was we grew up on different sides of the track.By this I mean she appeared to be a nice young lady who prolly whent to church every Sunday,was probably still living with her folks,and was most likely going to marry some rich university proffessor or something. (you can just tell sometimes). Me,I was an 18 yr old punk kid drinkin' beer and smokin dope and going to rock concerts.
Thing was thou,when I popped in to the store,she would throw me the most awesome smiles and body language. I came to notice no other males got the same attention.So one day I thought...this is it...this is the day I will ask out this gorgeous hottie.
I walked up to the counter with some goods I was going to purchase.She bats her eyes,gives me a "Please ask me out kinda look". I'm thinkin' I got this aced.
NOW....the dumb part. I start workin the ol Rubbah magic,as I reach into my shirt pocket for some cash.I pull out my dough and along with it goes flying onto the counter.....a joint. Yup,a big giant bomber. A doobie Bob Marley would have been proud of.
It was like slow motion...In my head I was like " NOOOOO" as I made a useless effort to snatch said narcotic from the air.It was too late.
I looked up into those beautiful eyes and realized instantly I was done.
Grabbed my dope,left the groceries and my wad of cash and....
Took the "walk of shame".
Never did go back to that store again.
RSD.
I'll start.
I was 18 living on my own in an appartment across the street from a 7-11 store. The store had a way hot girl working the counter sometimes.Well I fell in love.Problem was we grew up on different sides of the track.By this I mean she appeared to be a nice young lady who prolly whent to church every Sunday,was probably still living with her folks,and was most likely going to marry some rich university proffessor or something. (you can just tell sometimes). Me,I was an 18 yr old punk kid drinkin' beer and smokin dope and going to rock concerts.
Thing was thou,when I popped in to the store,she would throw me the most awesome smiles and body language. I came to notice no other males got the same attention.So one day I thought...this is it...this is the day I will ask out this gorgeous hottie.
I walked up to the counter with some goods I was going to purchase.She bats her eyes,gives me a "Please ask me out kinda look". I'm thinkin' I got this aced.
NOW....the dumb part. I start workin the ol Rubbah magic,as I reach into my shirt pocket for some cash.I pull out my dough and along with it goes flying onto the counter.....a joint. Yup,a big giant bomber. A doobie Bob Marley would have been proud of.
It was like slow motion...In my head I was like " NOOOOO" as I made a useless effort to snatch said narcotic from the air.It was too late.
I looked up into those beautiful eyes and realized instantly I was done.
Grabbed my dope,left the groceries and my wad of cash and....
Took the "walk of shame".
Never did go back to that store again.
RSD.