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OK, so I leave to go meet my mexi-milf at, IRONICALLY, a mexican restaurant. She wants a margarita. Whatever. I want her tits.
So I'm driving out there and pissing around at the grocery store next door waiting for her. I get a text and she's getting cold feet. Tells me this feels out-of-character for her.
I offer to just swing by her house for a drink if she feels more comfortable with that. She was like LOL no I am not letting some stranger from the internet in my house. Whatever. I ask her if she wants to call it off today and she says yes.
So, when the going gets tough, the nerds go to the movies. I went to go see Watchmen, alone LOL, and it was, like I said, AWESOME! Lots of cool stuff, lots of glowing blue penis shots, and hey, I even got to see some tits and ass, so it was almost like getting laid.
Of course, in a rather amusing turn of events, right before the movie started, she complained that she was all alone in a text. WTF? YOU JUST STOOD ME UP! WHAT ARE YOU WHINING ABOUT, WOMAN? Then she sent me a picture of her cleavage. Woohoo, thankyou. What are you trying to do, give me blueballs?
Then I'm driving home from the movie, checking my messages, and she sent me one saying she was there at 3:07 (note that the movie started at 3:30 and she exchanged a text message with me right BEFORE the movie) and it was "my loss."
WTF? She went ANYWAY? WHY DIDN'T SHE TELL ME EARLIER?
So basically, WOMEN. WTF MATE?
But yeah, the movie was AWESOME!
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