I'm at Club Desire sitting at the bar. I'm on a bar corner stool, so the guy on the next stool sits at a 90 degree angle to me. I'm going to say that he's in his early/mid 60s.
A pretty, thickish blonde bounces up, lands in his arms, and says:
BLONDE: I just texted you all my sizes so you can buy me that stuff I need for my vacation.
GUY: Yeah, I got it.
BLONDE: Make sure everything gets delivered before Monday so I can try it on before I go.
GUY: No problem. Don't worry about it.
BLONDE: Okay. Thanks, hon. (detaches herself) I'll be back.
GUY: Yeah. Okay.
Pretty blonde heads to the VIP area, where another guy waits for her. They disappear into a VIP room. Me and GUY sit quietly for a few moments.
GUY (towards me): (•͡˘㇁•͡˘)
CMI (towards guy): ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)
GUY: I don't wanna hear it. Not a fuckin' word.
CMI: Fine.
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last commentWell - as long as he knows the deal then he may have his reasons for what he does
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Well described. Sometimes there’s no need for words. It was a meeting of PL minds.
He knew - that you knew - and you knew what he knew - lol!
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That guy is super cucked.
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Pusaaay whipped.
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You don't know that he's not getting the pussy he's being whipped with. He might just keep it OTC. :)
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Nothing like watching a RIL. :)
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