When I was younger I saw the most bangingest hottie at a bar. She looked like one of them half asian, half something girls you see a lot in Cali. Really nice rack for an asian girl, banging hips and a firm looking ass. My roomate at the time was all up on it. He saw her first, I had to take a piss when we got there and didn't see her. I get back and he's taking shots with her at a table. They proceed to get get hammered as I watch in jealousy. They go outside to smoke a bowl and he comes back like 2 minutes later. Walks right past me and out the front door like he stole something. I look to the right(where he had just came from.....where she was) then look to the right(where my friend had just gone) I sit there for a good 10 seconds I wanted to go get her soo bad but he was my ride home: opposite side of town, middle of winter, barely enough cash for 3-4 beers and didn't know anyone else there. I go outside and see my friend almost stuck. He was parked parallel, going back and forth trying to get out. I get in the car and am like what the fuck!!! you were gonna leave me? She had a dick, man. AWWW, I couldn't stop laughing. If I had seen her fist, I don't know, man..Like the Chapelle show says, a mouth is a mouth is all I kept think all the way home. Does that make me gay?.....that I still think about her...at night when I'm all alone, wondering in regret.
Topic: repressed homosexuality (Read 4002 times)