Wild Tennis Game
A few weeks ago I met this really nice lady. I met her at a local gay bar. She had such an interesting pair of eyes, that I had to talk to her. I'm the kind of woman who notices small things like that. Eyes really turn me on. The eyes are what tells the world what you are thinking. You can't deny what you are thinking. You can tell if a person is happy, sad, or boiling pissed off. I walked up and offered to buy her a drink. She said that she was only having one drink, but would take me up on the offer if she wanted a soda pop later on. That took me a little by surprise. I've always wanted a principled lady in my life. I know that I'm far from being principled. I'm the wild type, I like to live on the edge. Carla only had one drink, I had at least six or more. I stopped counting after six. The more I drank, the more I talked to Carla. She is an interesting lady.
I learned that night that Carla had a pretty fat pocket book, so to speak. She didn't come right out and say she was rich, but I could tell. I could tell by the way she talked about money and the kind of house she claimed to live in. Carla gave me her phone number and I told her that I would give her a call. I wasn't about to try to get her to call me. I never have any luck with chicks like her. They say they will call, but they never do. One night I was feeling kind of lonely, so I decided to give her a call. We talked for about an hour and she seemed really nice. Carla is a real deep thinker. I never thought she would have been. I don't know why I felt that way, I just did.
A week or so went by since the day we met. We still talked on the phone, but I hadn't seen her since. Carla asked if I would like to go out for dinner. I told her that I would love to. She took me out to a real fancy place. This place had table clothes and all of that. Way out of my price range. The food was good and so was Carla's company. I think she was interested in my wild lifestyle. I'm not too wild, don't think I am. To a rich woman who does nothing but work, I am pretty wild. I like to drink some booze every now and then and I eat my fair share of pussy. Nothing wrong with that I guess. I mean, you only have one life to live. If I had shit loads of money, I might spend all day counting it too. But, I'm a hard working person who likes to let her hair down from time to time. I pay my taxes and all that shit. I deserve a little fun every now and then.
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