Posted by Jay_Bravest_Face on December 25, 2009, at 0:52:35
This happens *every* year. Every Xmas. Every X***ing Xmas. Everybody buys me nice presents, and stupid me, I wait until Xmas day to go to the only store open in town, the 24hr drugstore, to madly rush and scoop up tons of gift cards for everyone else. It is not because I don't have the money or anything. I certainly do, but it seems the anticipatory anxiety of the holidays just kills it for me. Like Bob Dole without Viagra. Then I get all feeling sorry for myself, just disappointed in myself, as usual. This year almost seemed like it was going to be different. I said almost. There where a couple of female potential-dates lined up, but my disorganization and apathy still get in the way. But, I was getting closer than ever. Maybe it was my trip to the "rub-n-tub" (aka Swedish Massage), where 50 dollars left me with a smile on my face. And yes I seem to still buy a lot of 'lap dances' from female strippers, mainly because they seem easier to talk to than a real female date. And then there was the nice sweet married neighbour (of my friend) who found out it was my birthday and flashed me for luck. Hmmmm. And she really didn't believe in wearing under-thingies. If I tell you any more, you will *never* believe it's the truth..hah...
Jay
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