Oh and then we can't forget the minor character James or better known as Eyebrows. He was angered by a column I wrote saying that "all men are losers" he decided to email me some tart response. I replied. Then I received a phone number.
My intentions were to play with him and teach a lesson but I'm too nice. I remember he pushed me up against a door and tried having his wicked way with me during Thanksgiving break. After that he liked to chat with me about ridiculous political beliefs of his. He thought other races were inferior to ours, he thought women were inferior.
I soon learned that all he wanted was a romp in bed with me. "My grandma lives in Utah, she goes to bed at 10 p.m. she has a basement, with a bed." I felt like screwing with his head and not his body when he proposed this, so I just replied with what I thought was funny, "Can I bring a gallon of ice cream? Ooooh and a pizza? I might get the munchies. Oh and can I bring a drink too? We could have a bring your own beverage make out." He freaked about this.
I just couldn't get beyond the eyebrows, his constant twitching and his scrawny body. Spider legged eyebrows just aren't my thing and I couldn't add that to my list of kisses--he wasn't even attractive. I like them hot.
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