Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Guest Contributor: One Afternoon Stand

My coworker Darren has a dating story to relate. His spelling and writing is terrible, so I've cleaned it up a bit:

I had sex with this black chick at her apartment. I didn't pick her up but I was at the grocery store and she hit my car, not enough to dent it but I noticed. Later she kept seeing me and bumping her cart into mine. I was being so stupid I didn't even realize it. She kept following me so I asked her what her problem was and she asked if I would come back to her place.

We went back to her place and it was dirty. My feet were sticking to the floor. She took me right back to her bed. It was dark and I was glad because it really didn't smell good in there. Finally we got undressed, started making out and the second I got off, I just got up and put my pants on and hurried out. I still can't believe I don't have AIDS.


People say I'm promiscuous, but I'm always careful. I only really sleep with upper middle class white and asian girls. Darren is frickin' crazy. More of his stories later on.