So, typically these blog posts are about guys that I’ve met and things have seen. Certainly, everyone has their own perspective and perception of how things went, but they’re never embellished or falsified, and obviously I leave out details of the identity of these "misters" that I date. Well, this story is still authentic, it just didn’t happen to me. My friend shared with me because she felt it was worth writing about. This is why I Love non-fiction I'm on a Wayne lyric kick... #sorrynotsorryTo this girl I been talking to this guy for a couple months and please schedule the date. On the night of the date, she receives a call from him in jail. "Hey, I'm to be able to pick you up for our date, because I'm in jail in Wilmington for a DUI." Forgiving and more compassionate than most girls in this predicament, she responded, "Ohh kay... are you okay?" "Yeah, but is there anyway you could pick me up?" From an entire State over, she tracked to pick up the guy she's never met from The Slammer. Talk about a first impression. So, she arrives after packing a lunch and going over the valley and through the woods, and tried to drop him off at his car. That's when he informed her that he didn't have car insurance oh and the little bit about him having his own place is also not as accurate as she would have hoped. He's 47 and still lives with his parents. Womp womp. And now has a DUI that will be on his record forever. AND the date's not over... Her biggest thing is that he lied. She understands if you're down on your luck and you have to live with your parents, then admit that, but don't LIE! As if the events of the story we're not enough, then he tried to make a pass at her in her car and started playing with himself. I'm sorry. What civilized folk whips their dick out on a first date after being released from jail in someone else's car? Keep Willy Wonka in the Chocolate Factory! Oh and he didn't have insurance on their car, so she had to take him to his parents house. I've been through some crazy dates, but this is by far one of the bestttttttHe thinks he's a big dill, but at the end of the day, he's just "a pickle, Rick." 1 1/2 c. all-purpose flour 1 1/2 tsp. baking powder 1/2 tsp. kosher salt 1/2 c. butter, softened 1/2 c. sugar 1/2 c. sour cream 2 eggs 1/4 c. pickle juice 1/4 c. chopped pickles FOR THE FROSTING 1/2 c. butter, softened 8 oz cream cheese, softened 2 c. powdered sugar 3 tbsp. bourbon Pinch salt Pickle slices, for garnish DIRECTIONS
So typically these blog posts are about guys that I've met and things have seen. Certainly, everyone has their own perspective and perception of how things went, but they're never embellished or falsified, and obviously I leave out details of the identity of these "misters" that I date.
Well, this story is still authentic, it just didn't happen to me. My friend shared with me because she felt it was worth writing about. This is why I love non-fiction....
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