Cougar Magnet
Oh dear.
So I'm playing poker with Mr. Unbelievably Cute and he starts telling this long story about this older woman who wanted him to be a sperm donor. And then he's confessing to having obliged... all weekend. After which he's explaining that it's weird, because he broke up with his girlfriend because she lied about her age, and she was younger than this other woman, who is at least forty. And gorgeous. But now she keeps texting him and he doesn't know what to do.
He goes for the older women, he informs me.
And I'm sitting there and thinking to myself: "Dude! What am I, chopped liver?" If he's gotta get himself in these fixes, why the hell doesn't he get in a fix with ME?
Stupid boy.
Labels: social life
posted by Pascale Soleil @ 11:38 PM
4 Comments:
How perplexing. Why on earth was he telling you this?
I don't understand men at all, never have.
Perplexing doesn't even begin to cover it. I have NO IDEA why he felt the need to share this story with me.
I do think I my femininity has reached a state of invisibility to the menfolk, however. The fact that I can crush them at poker doesn't help.
Well, 'being older' and 'lying about her age' are orthogonal.
*psst* c'mere... are you sure he's not trying to?
The fact that you can crush them at poker ABSOEFFINLUTELY HELPS! (For further reference, see Jennifer Tilly.)
Of course this is coming from the guy who had a waitress sit on his lap and left the restaurant wondering if he shouldn't have tried to get her number.
Umm... Jennifer Tilly has assets (how to put this delicately?) "above the rail" that I do not possess. I don't think her poker skills are the mammary (oops, I mean *primary) key to her success with the boyz.
And yes, I'm sure.
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