I can't believe I'm going to tell this story.
Around 1991, I went to visit my Dad who lived in San Diego. One night, we went to a nightclub to have a couple of drinks and I ended up chatting with a beautiful California hottie. I got her number, callled her up the next day and set up a date.
My Dad let me borrow his 'Vette so I knew that was going to be a good start when I picked her up. Nice dinner, a few drinks and she asked me back to her place. Watch a liitle TV, suck face and before you know it we're in her bed.
The lights are down real low or out, I can't remember. Well, I start working her knobs and I pick up a stray, little hair. No biggie, right? Well, I go back to working them and there it is again. I'm saying, "What the Hell?" So I'm making that "pfft' sound trying to shake this hair from my mouth. She says,"What's the matter?" I'm like, "Oh it's nothing." Well, guess what? It turns out she hadn't plucked very well around the nips! I'm like, "What the Fvck!" She says,"I'm so embarassed!" I'm like, "No shit, you should be!"
Well, let's just say that there was no way the ole' soldier was going to get back to attention knowing I was going to bang a yeti.
Got up, grabbed my keys and left. That is the only time I've ever left a guaranteed piece.
I've told this story many times with buddies over the years while sampling the Crown. They were pretty amused. Hopefully I haven't embarassed myself too much.
Thanks Scott!!!!!
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