firewhisky61
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;963306']A long time ago I threw away my tendency to react violently to situations. More recently, I've taken to becoming less confrontational.
Let me stop and get where I'm trying to go.
Last night my neighbors fought until 4 AM. They kept opening and shutting their door. I got Jack Shit for sleep.
This morning I had to take my lady to an appointment. She has been stressed out lately, so I made her an appointment to get her hair and her makeup done and take her out.
We had dinner early, and she wanted to go to her favorite bar. She doesn't like staying out too late any more, and neither do I. There are too many wild kids and idiotic punks. Plus, no parking at all.
She was wearing this little dress she bought- sexy as hell, but classy and tasteful. Her makeup looked hot. She was beautiful.
We sit down for drinks, and the Florida/South Carolina game was on. We were fine, but some of the fans at the sports bar were well beyond drunk.
I heard the words "whore", "bitch", and "skank" somewhere in the crowd mixed in with other delightful language. It was a female voice. I glance over, and notice another table.
At this table sits a few disgusting bitches and two guys. To keep this from derailing or being transplanted to the "CAMOFLAGE" thread, I'd like to note that they were as ugly as they were fat. When I look over, they try to play the "don't say anything at all and look away because that doesn't make us look like obvious fucking idiots" manuever.
I calm down and my lady has noticed it. She rolls her eyes. It continues off and on for a minute and she asks to go to the restroom. I know this means it's time to go.
I'm in a bar, I've only had 3 drinks, and I have to leave because of someone else. Usually the persons responsible for this get to see me in "kill mode". This is very, very, very not cool. But it's for someone I respect and care about, so I'll be fine.
As she leaves, I hear "you can do better, honey". Which usually means they are talking to her. Hey, I'm used to being the ugly one. I like it. Makes me feel like a leprochaun beating the shit out of a gorilla, a real conquering underdog. It pisses pretty-boy douchebags off, too... which amuses me to no end. But this time, it's not her. They're talking to me.
Now, let me make this clear- I watch the gameshow "Deal or no Deal". I know that when most of the damn suitcases out there contain low dollar amounts, you take the fucking deal from the dude on the telephone. That's what this is. I have a good deal, and all that's out there is low dollar amounts, pocket change. This was wooden nickels.
So, these drunk, ugly, and fairly large young women were drunk and stupid. They offended me and a loved one.
Why? Because she looked fantastic, and they could never achieve it. Because she wore a dress to a bar, and they had on T-shirts and shit-jeans and God forbid one of them find some eyeliner laying around and slap on some war paint.
And the sad thing is, I didn't have to say it. My lady did as we left. "A lot North American women hate anything prettier than them, and do nothing to improve themselves. They stay fat and ugly and hate everyone for it. The ones that are actually pretty treat everyone like shit, get comfortable, then let themselves go until they get fat and ugly. For the most part, anyways."
I had to walk past this trash... without blowing up. None of these local pukes are worth the trouble I'd get into, anyway. But I've dealt with similar things. When she and I visited home, she caught nasty looks from pretty girls- pretty girls who looked like they were out to buy a pack of cigarettes while my lady was actually looking great and taking pride in herself.
I love women who take pride in themselves. If you don't, it's not my place to make you feel pretty. Stop being a bag of ass and hating everyone else for it.
Jealousy gives me a fucking hard-on. It really does.
Let me stop and get where I'm trying to go.
Last night my neighbors fought until 4 AM. They kept opening and shutting their door. I got Jack Shit for sleep.
This morning I had to take my lady to an appointment. She has been stressed out lately, so I made her an appointment to get her hair and her makeup done and take her out.
We had dinner early, and she wanted to go to her favorite bar. She doesn't like staying out too late any more, and neither do I. There are too many wild kids and idiotic punks. Plus, no parking at all.
She was wearing this little dress she bought- sexy as hell, but classy and tasteful. Her makeup looked hot. She was beautiful.
We sit down for drinks, and the Florida/South Carolina game was on. We were fine, but some of the fans at the sports bar were well beyond drunk.
I heard the words "whore", "bitch", and "skank" somewhere in the crowd mixed in with other delightful language. It was a female voice. I glance over, and notice another table.
At this table sits a few disgusting bitches and two guys. To keep this from derailing or being transplanted to the "CAMOFLAGE" thread, I'd like to note that they were as ugly as they were fat. When I look over, they try to play the "don't say anything at all and look away because that doesn't make us look like obvious fucking idiots" manuever.
I calm down and my lady has noticed it. She rolls her eyes. It continues off and on for a minute and she asks to go to the restroom. I know this means it's time to go.
I'm in a bar, I've only had 3 drinks, and I have to leave because of someone else. Usually the persons responsible for this get to see me in "kill mode". This is very, very, very not cool. But it's for someone I respect and care about, so I'll be fine.
As she leaves, I hear "you can do better, honey". Which usually means they are talking to her. Hey, I'm used to being the ugly one. I like it. Makes me feel like a leprochaun beating the shit out of a gorilla, a real conquering underdog. It pisses pretty-boy douchebags off, too... which amuses me to no end. But this time, it's not her. They're talking to me.
Now, let me make this clear- I watch the gameshow "Deal or no Deal". I know that when most of the damn suitcases out there contain low dollar amounts, you take the fucking deal from the dude on the telephone. That's what this is. I have a good deal, and all that's out there is low dollar amounts, pocket change. This was wooden nickels.
So, these drunk, ugly, and fairly large young women were drunk and stupid. They offended me and a loved one.
Why? Because she looked fantastic, and they could never achieve it. Because she wore a dress to a bar, and they had on T-shirts and shit-jeans and God forbid one of them find some eyeliner laying around and slap on some war paint.
And the sad thing is, I didn't have to say it. My lady did as we left. "A lot North American women hate anything prettier than them, and do nothing to improve themselves. They stay fat and ugly and hate everyone for it. The ones that are actually pretty treat everyone like shit, get comfortable, then let themselves go until they get fat and ugly. For the most part, anyways."
I had to walk past this trash... without blowing up. None of these local pukes are worth the trouble I'd get into, anyway. But I've dealt with similar things. When she and I visited home, she caught nasty looks from pretty girls- pretty girls who looked like they were out to buy a pack of cigarettes while my lady was actually looking great and taking pride in herself.
I love women who take pride in themselves. If you don't, it's not my place to make you feel pretty. Stop being a bag of ass and hating everyone else for it.
Jealousy gives me a fucking hard-on. It really does.
