So I went to my ex's yesterday night...

Her cat, whom I have a veeeeeery close relationship with, had a tooth extracted, which was a risky procedure considering he's like 17.

Suddenly, she started looking real hot with the tight camouflage pants...yikes! Anaway, she rejected my advances. It's cool...:&

Guess it's my time to be rejected by all the girls in the universe.

Then I resort to all my sayings for comfort:

"Sometimes you're the bug and sometimes you're the windshield."

"Every dog has his day." etc, etc. et al ad infinitum

Then I went out for drinks and drooled over other women...c'est la vie.

 

Toast, laugh, reminisce, toast, start to reminisce, and wam - you're in. Works like a charm every time.

 

I know. The funny thing is...I don't even know if I want it.

I do and don't. The usual...

 

I'll drink to that too.

 

Yeah. And then she said she wants to have children in the next two years. Her leg is up on my lap, her sexy-ass little tatoo just above her pubic triangle is peeking out.

I said five.

Jesus, let it not be so...

 

hahaha..you're funny.

 

really though, everytime I get together with an ex, I get possessed by my penis, and generally there is a cold rejection. Although sometimes it goes the other way, and the rejection is just postponed until the morning.

 

As men we are going to be rejected, you know.

It's just a universal law: "Man was born to be orphaned...and to leave orphans after him."

 

Hahaha...you guys are funny.

 

Don't laugh. It hurts.

 

Awww....Be a big boy and take it.

 

I'm trying...lol.

 

Awww....cute.
But try harder

 

I just thought of a scene from Cheers, which I used to love.

Norm is sitting at the bar talking about Vera(his wife) and then he says, all philosphic like,

"Women...can't live with 'em...aw, pass the beer nuts, will ya?"