If you comment on my nice ass after the first date, you have very slim chance of getting a second date....
Mr. P.O.T. is an acquaintance who I tolerate while he's sober, and am annoyed by after he has had a few drinks. But he asked me to the last game of the season, and I wanted to go because he has great seats. I learned my lesson....
My date with him reminded me that I DON'T WANT TO DATE ANYONE right now. I love my single life, and hate the thought of having to check in with someone or explain my actions and/or whereabouts.
After the game, we went to my favorite restaurant/bar (I will discuss the bar quite often you will see). Some of my bestest friends (including Flirty) were there. I wanted to hang out with them at the bar, but unfortunately Mr. P.O.T. had other plans. As in a table in the dark, quiet corner. Away from my friends.
The entire time we sat at that table, all I could think of was that I wanted to join my friends at the bar. I HATED feeling trapped, restricted, captured.
Before he drove me home, he managed to ask me for weed, offered to smoke at his place on his porch (I declined), he called his drug dealer and tried to make a deal on the sidewalk, and then called the drug dealer on his Bluetooth in his SWEET car and told him nevermind. Do I come across as cool with drugs or like I'm a pothead? I don't think so!!!!!
he told me he wants to get to know the real me... He also asked me out for later this week. I informed him that I had a full schedule and couldn't. He then called and texted me several times the next day. That's where the title comes from... WHO says that... Because we will have numerous of posts dealing with terrible lines...
He talked THROUGH his car (the car is the "she" in the text) and said: "She liked you too. Said you had a nice ass."
Need I say more?
(There was something good that happened that night... I did see Blazer Boy. Twice that evening. And I may have flirted just a bit. And Mr. P.O.T. apparently noticed, according to Flirty... Oh well.)
