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Nov 28, 2006 - 10:06 AM |
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My humiliation knows no limit. |
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Last night this girl came over to the diner I partially work at (my neighbors) looking for someone who wasn't there. I took the floppy disk she was looking to deliver and started talking to her for nearly a half hour. Beautiful girl, pale skin, hazel eyes, and hips that, uh... Didn't lie. Long story short, SHE'S FUCKING FIFTEEN SWEET JESUS WHAT HAVE I DONE. So I aborted the whole thing. I feel like VG's apprentice now. What bothers me the most is that I think most people think I look more like 30 than 25, and this girl had no problem having a pretty prolonged conversation with someone she must've known had an interest in her that she probably thought was twice her age. Is it just me, or do Hispanic girls seem to develop faster? I thought this girl was at least 20. Damn it.
But apparently that wasn't enough. Today I decide to go to the gym real early. Had a hard time sleeping last night. I'm doing my thing in there, working chest in particular, when OUT OF THE BLUE a particularly vicious Mudvayne song comes on I haven't heard in a long time. I guess one of the workers there likes the band. Basically I flip out and go into my old hyper/furious workout mode. Before I knew what I was doing I was putting three wheels on each side of the Olympic bar and going for a new max since starting to work out again... I pull the bar off the rack, it touches my chest, I get it up about six inches off my chest when I realize I can't complete the damned thing...
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It was early so only women were around, and it took two and me pushing to get the shit off my chest. I left not long after, not even completing the rest of my workout. I will never go to the gym at that hour again in fear and shame that the people that saw me "perform" today will remember my folly.
Today I learned to be more careful in the gym and avoid women altogether.
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