Tuesday, April 20
DREW SPEW VOLUME II
For a while, Drew was dating two girls at the same time. I must say, I was very impressed by Drew's ability to swing this because he wasn't the smartest guy. I once saw his results from a practice LSAT Test and, as I recall, he scored in the lower 20%. Anyway, he kept this up for a few months. Appropriately, one girl was a brunette and kind of slutty and the other girl was blond and really clean cut. Polar opposites. The Virgin and the Whore, figuretively speaking. Whom do you choose? Well, if you can, you choose both which is what Drew did until one fateful night. When I had gotten home from work on this particular day, Girl #1 (the Whore) was in Drew's room. I don't know if they were just hanging out or fucking or what, and don't really care. It was just another day. What made this day special, however, was when Girl #2 (the Virgin) knocked on the door. It was springtime, so the weather was warm and only the screendoor was closed. "Is Drew here?" she asked. I said that he was back in his room. She walked back into his room. The anticipation that I was feeling at that moment was electric. What was going to happen? I was literally on the edge of my seat. I heard a knock on Drew's bedroom door and then I heard the door open. Silence. A few seconds later, Girl #2 stomped through the living room, not even looking in my direction. I think I told her "bye" though. I saw her drive speedily out of the parking lot and knew I had to tell someone the story.
I walked next door to tell Mac (http://tomfool.blogspot.com) about what had transpired and, on my way over to his place, Girl #2 came back. I was both glad and sorry to have left the apartment at the climax of the festivities but continued on towards Mac's. I told him the story and we agreed that we must go and see what was happening. When we got back to my place, Girl #1 was now sitting in her car, Girl #2 was in Drew's room and Drew was asking to borrow my sneakers so that he could go for a run. I reluctantly agreed and Drew's last words before leaving the apartment for his run were: "Make sure you keep the door locked." He left--went for a late evening jog. Girl #2 was still in his room, Girl #1 was still sitting in her car in the parking lot and Butterball was getting his cardiovascular on.
The End
For a while, Drew was dating two girls at the same time. I must say, I was very impressed by Drew's ability to swing this because he wasn't the smartest guy. I once saw his results from a practice LSAT Test and, as I recall, he scored in the lower 20%. Anyway, he kept this up for a few months. Appropriately, one girl was a brunette and kind of slutty and the other girl was blond and really clean cut. Polar opposites. The Virgin and the Whore, figuretively speaking. Whom do you choose? Well, if you can, you choose both which is what Drew did until one fateful night. When I had gotten home from work on this particular day, Girl #1 (the Whore) was in Drew's room. I don't know if they were just hanging out or fucking or what, and don't really care. It was just another day. What made this day special, however, was when Girl #2 (the Virgin) knocked on the door. It was springtime, so the weather was warm and only the screendoor was closed. "Is Drew here?" she asked. I said that he was back in his room. She walked back into his room. The anticipation that I was feeling at that moment was electric. What was going to happen? I was literally on the edge of my seat. I heard a knock on Drew's bedroom door and then I heard the door open. Silence. A few seconds later, Girl #2 stomped through the living room, not even looking in my direction. I think I told her "bye" though. I saw her drive speedily out of the parking lot and knew I had to tell someone the story.
I walked next door to tell Mac (http://tomfool.blogspot.com) about what had transpired and, on my way over to his place, Girl #2 came back. I was both glad and sorry to have left the apartment at the climax of the festivities but continued on towards Mac's. I told him the story and we agreed that we must go and see what was happening. When we got back to my place, Girl #1 was now sitting in her car, Girl #2 was in Drew's room and Drew was asking to borrow my sneakers so that he could go for a run. I reluctantly agreed and Drew's last words before leaving the apartment for his run were: "Make sure you keep the door locked." He left--went for a late evening jog. Girl #2 was still in his room, Girl #1 was still sitting in her car in the parking lot and Butterball was getting his cardiovascular on.
The End
SPIN THE WHEEL
