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All the guys do
is stand against the wall, or on the edge of the dance floor, and they
don’t have to do a thing.
The women
parade in front of them, and the guys pick and choose who they wanna
talk to. It’s like one
audition, all night long. And
if girls could really see themselves, they’d stop instantly, because
they look like dumbasses. They
all look the same. Micro
mini black dress, black hair, straight as a board.
Whoreish makeup. Eyes
darting everywhere, dying to see if anybody’s checking them out.
And when they see somebody they like, they elbow three of their
friends, and they all giggle in the guy’s general direction, and
it’s all over. The guy
knows he in. Do women know
how stupid they look? The
guy’s calm cool and collected. The
guys all look like different shades of cool indifference.
The girls all look stupid.
Ashley’s new
thing is taking her birth control pill with a tequila chaser at the bar.
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One guy came up and asked if it was Ecstasy, and offered to buy
the rest of her cycle for 50 bucks, and she was hard pressed to turn him
down.
Ashley could care less if any
guys talk to her, or if the guys she's interested in don't wanna talk to
her. Who cares.
Their loss. If they
can not see this bodacious firm young specimen of womanly flesh right in
front of them, then they're stupid and she doesn't want them in the
first place. I wish I had
her fuck all attitude. How
do you go about getting that? Something
you're born with? A suit of
armor developed from one too many bad relationships?
Or just cynicism with a sparkly dose of Fuck All.
That's what I want. One
sparkly dose of Fuck All please. I
ask Ashley how she maintains her sparkly Fuck All attitude and she just
cocks an eyebrow oh so cool like. "Come
on, You're never gonna meet anyone in a bar."
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