Just kidding around, it wasn’t my date today, but I have been with this girl.
Funny thing this picture was taking at my parents house.
She was actually the one who was taking the photos, I just said…. send it!!!
There was another guy there, but now he is not here or there.
So today, if anybody cares, wich I think is an interesting story. So….hit it.
I was on the bus and right to my right I see this girl cursing and fucking around
with the cellphone, seems it wasn’t working as she would like. I didn’t even think
about sex stuff but I was bored and literally steeped one seat to my right and
there I am with this girl, she’s looking at me like a crazy guy, wich is normal.
So I just tell her, give me the cell phone, she did hesitate obviously but she eventually did
that is I made it work and really she was actually surpriesed, or that was the face she put.
I was just flying it, I had no clue what I was doing, maybe a bit of a clue, but
she managed to keep it going, while I was talking and asking her questions. You know
ladies that you like to talk instead of hearing the other dude.
So as I was going to my side of the bus, she asks me if live around here?The real answer is no,
but I keep going on with some bullshit, when she touches that read button that is the stop sign,
I figured, here we go!Yes I live just around this block and by the way I just got out of work and
I’m going to eat in the VIP’s, we do have that one in Spain, so I’m just still rolling with the “groove”
I didn’t even fucking know there was a good restaurant around the corner, just flagging it, see if
it worked, and where is the work? she asks me I don’t know. Bur for some reason or another
she agrees, obviously me playing. Or probably she was the one playing.
During the lunch I eventually told her the truth, since I figured what do I have to loose?
And the truth will make you free….kind off, she actually gave her my phone after me paying
25 dollars, it may not mean shit to you but for me is a lot of money.
So I got her phone, called her this morning, thinking that she just wrote some numbers,
and she actually picked it off, and at five fifteen I got a date. Even my mother told me
to dress up well, jeesus, at the age of 35…gotta love momma. So here is the story of
….tu tu tu!!! Charly the Giglio….
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.