Sunday, December 16, 2007
They're Man Pecs
The other night at the bar, this girl was feeling on my chest. She called them pecs. I'm hoping that means this whole man boob crisis is subsiding. Though, I did eat dinner twice today. One was Chinese and one was roast beef all kinds of smothered in think lumpy gravy. Perhaps the man boobs will be back next week.
As for the girl who was feeling me up, I'm not quite sure where I know her from. I suspect it's from the bar, but I don't recall ever talking to her. At least, not enough that she would be comfortable enough to greet me by rubbing on my man pecs. I definitely wasn't going to greet her in the same fashion. But it's been bothering me all day trying to remember who she was. And I feel kind of bad about it all.
Ehh. If I see her again I'll have to give her the nipple squeeze and see where that gets me.
As for the girl who was feeling me up, I'm not quite sure where I know her from. I suspect it's from the bar, but I don't recall ever talking to her. At least, not enough that she would be comfortable enough to greet me by rubbing on my man pecs. I definitely wasn't going to greet her in the same fashion. But it's been bothering me all day trying to remember who she was. And I feel kind of bad about it all.
Ehh. If I see her again I'll have to give her the nipple squeeze and see where that gets me.
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