Trying to convert this new gal to the dark side. She’s expressed interest and asked a lot of questions. We agree to a basic appointment. I tell her I have a narrow window of opportunity and if she can’t make it to call me.
She no-call, no-shows. Ordinarily I’d be a little put-off. But I gave this one a low probability of success since she’s never done this before (she’s hot
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I’m out shopping yesterday and guess who I bump into? She sees me and she forces a smile that says; ~Oh shit I better think quick!~
Normally I don’t say anything to a lady in public but she comes up to me and says “I’m soooo sorry I gotta explain” I tell her no need and start up my bullshit shields cause I know she will anyway.
Her wheels are turning…I can hear the gears grinding. She points to her hair and says:
“Ummm I went to a new hair-dresser”....... Bullshit shields holding.
“And she used some new smelly shit in my hair”........
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“And I think it kinda made me fuckin drunk…kinda like amnesia!”.......
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I gave her a little shoulder squeeze to let her know all is OK and she’s welcome to try again.
Amnesia inducing hair gel.
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