BigJimsWornOutTires
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I met a woman through a friend's girlfriend's friend. She wasn't a bestie, but they were acquainted from a trade school. They were both nurses. We decided to have a date window browsing in a mall. She would purchase three bags worth of useless shit during that meet-and-greet. She had just left a job interview at a walk-in urgent care clinic. She later explained she already had a job but was trying to find something better. After that sharing, she spoke much hostility toward men. She said, "Men treat us like we need them. I don't need any man!"
I agreed. "Yeah, men are jerks."
"Wow. That takes a lot to say for a man ... not many can admit to that."
"Ugh. You're preaching to the choir, girl." I assured her I was attuned to her manhating rancor.
"You're different, Jim. I like that!" Smiling now, she seemed more comfortable. She scans my body inconspicuously.
"Thanks."
She leaned toward me and asked, "So tell me, what do you do for a living?"
"Sofa decoration."
"Oh. Um. What's that?" Recoiling, she tensed up.
"I lay on Mom's sofa all day bingeing on shows," I confirmed to her casually.
"Oh." She then pursued more intel. "Do you have any ambitions for a career?"
"I wanna be a brain surgeon."
"Oh, okay! So you've been to medical school ... do you have a Ph.D.?"
"I don't even have a 6th-grade education." I then winked with confidence.
"Eh, you'll definitely need a high school diploma and especially medical schooling to be a brain surgeon, Jim."
"Nah. Schools are overrated. I believe I can fix people's brains with the right instruments and assistance." Then, with wrinkled brows, I gestured for her to be that assistant.
"No, you can't. Why would you think that?"
"I watched the do-it-yourself demonstration in Saw 3 ... easy-peasy."
"Oh. Well. I'm not judging you," at that point, she understood I was simple — a Simple Man. "But I think the other party should carry fifty percent in the relationship. So ..." Shaking her head, she inched away.
"I agree. You're a brilliant lady. I can't say that about other women. You're unique." I smiled as I petted her confidence as if massaging her vagina, readying it to be licked dry.
"Oh, thank you! That was so sweet." She scoots back to me on the bench a few inches closer, legs now touching.
"Ugh." I then see her rescanning my body.
"So ... what if I got you a job?"
"I wouldn't show up for the interview." I recoiled.
"Oh. You wouldn't try at least?" She grabs my arm with a hand in a friendly way.
"Nope."
"Um ... okay." Skeptically flirting, she played the not-sure woman.
I realized I needed to speak my mind at that point. And so that is what I did. "Wanna fuck?"
"YES!" She locked her arm around mine while pulling me up, then said, "But not at your place. I'm taking you home — I have a sweet sofa with your name on it."
I agreed. "Yeah, men are jerks."
"Wow. That takes a lot to say for a man ... not many can admit to that."
"Ugh. You're preaching to the choir, girl." I assured her I was attuned to her manhating rancor.
"You're different, Jim. I like that!" Smiling now, she seemed more comfortable. She scans my body inconspicuously.
"Thanks."
She leaned toward me and asked, "So tell me, what do you do for a living?"
"Sofa decoration."
"Oh. Um. What's that?" Recoiling, she tensed up.
"I lay on Mom's sofa all day bingeing on shows," I confirmed to her casually.
"Oh." She then pursued more intel. "Do you have any ambitions for a career?"
"I wanna be a brain surgeon."
"Oh, okay! So you've been to medical school ... do you have a Ph.D.?"
"I don't even have a 6th-grade education." I then winked with confidence.
"Eh, you'll definitely need a high school diploma and especially medical schooling to be a brain surgeon, Jim."
"Nah. Schools are overrated. I believe I can fix people's brains with the right instruments and assistance." Then, with wrinkled brows, I gestured for her to be that assistant.
"No, you can't. Why would you think that?"
"I watched the do-it-yourself demonstration in Saw 3 ... easy-peasy."
"Oh. Well. I'm not judging you," at that point, she understood I was simple — a Simple Man. "But I think the other party should carry fifty percent in the relationship. So ..." Shaking her head, she inched away.
"I agree. You're a brilliant lady. I can't say that about other women. You're unique." I smiled as I petted her confidence as if massaging her vagina, readying it to be licked dry.
"Oh, thank you! That was so sweet." She scoots back to me on the bench a few inches closer, legs now touching.
"Ugh." I then see her rescanning my body.
"So ... what if I got you a job?"
"I wouldn't show up for the interview." I recoiled.
"Oh. You wouldn't try at least?" She grabs my arm with a hand in a friendly way.
"Nope."
"Um ... okay." Skeptically flirting, she played the not-sure woman.
I realized I needed to speak my mind at that point. And so that is what I did. "Wanna fuck?"
"YES!" She locked her arm around mine while pulling me up, then said, "But not at your place. I'm taking you home — I have a sweet sofa with your name on it."
