The other day I was waiting in line at Tim Horton’s when the Pimp Daddy in front of me starts to fidget; he’s in a panic, looking around like he wants to make a run for it. Since there was no place to run, he decides to put his head down and stand beside me for cover. I had no clue what he was up to until I see this ‘Bahama Momma’ headed in my direction screaming ‘CHESTER!!!!! Why didn’t you call me?!”…looks like Chester just got busted! Now the sketchy behavior all makes sense.
Chester doesn’t miss a beat; he comes out of hiding saying “Baby, baby I’m so glad to see you! Mmm Mmm, look at you, your lookin gooooooooooooooooooood! I wanted to call but I moved and didn’t have a phone for a while. Once I got my phone hooked up I had to go out of town for business”. (I’m thinking sure Chester, what business is that? The porn convention in Vegas, AS IF). At this point I’m waiting for Chester to get a well deserved slap up side the head, but ‘Bahama Momma’ goes against the grain and disappoints women everywhere by giggling and giving Chester her number yet again.
WHY? WHY? WHY? Was it only obvious to me that Chester was just not that into her? Or is there an amazing sex god hiding behind the slicked hair and gold teeth? And even though he will never call her, maybe it’s all worth it for another night of mind blowing sex? Hmmmm, maybe I should have gave Chester my number!
Cheers!
Single Gal
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