Bar Encounter and Dating Advice

Conversation I had with a man outside of a bar on Saturday.

Also, ignore my hair, it just rained.

Short king walks up, lethal face card, gets to me and my friend group of four

women, and they're all gorgeous, stunning, and highly intimidating women.

I'm wearing glasses with a square frame and they're black.

This man looks up to me and says, "Hey." In my head I'm like, "Man, this

guy's kinda ballsy." So I look down, look down because he's

significantly shorter than me, and I say, "Hey." He goes, "Are those

Meta glasses?" And I gotta get my entertainment somewhere, so I lie

and I say,

"Yeah, why don't you do a trick?" They're not

Meta glasses.

He goes, "Why don't you do a trick on this bit?"

Okay, well now you've

pissed me off. You've ruined the entire bit,

and now I'm mad.

I look down at him and I say, "You see this gaping six inches that

is the

mountain in between us? Yeah, that's not my type." He then

says, "Oh, height doesn't matter in bed." And I said,

"It

does when you're two inches, bitch." Here's the thing.

It did not even matter that he was short. He had it going.

He was locked in, and then he fumbled 'cause he was nasty.

So this is your lesson. If you're a man, don't be nasty.