that probably explains why there was no second date

[thehefner]

So I recently realized what may have gone wrong with my attempts to court the cute hippie chick. Having her over to my house wasn't the biggest mistake, nor was my decision to show her THE NINTH CONFIGURATION. And I know many of you are rolling your eyes at that one, but no, it wasn't as stupid a choice as it might seem. I chose it for a very good reason that pertained to her interests! I just don't remember exactly why. But that's all besides the point.

No, I think the main flub of the evening came when we were on my bed, watching the movie and getting close, and I noticed she had a tear in her jeans. This particular tear was way, wayyyy up at the very top of her legs, an inch or so higher than Daisy Dukes would be, had they been cut off all the way. You know, a tear that revealed a nice window to her butt.

So in an attempt to be witty and flirty, I pointed to the tear, smiled, and remarked:

"I like your butt hole."

...

It was weeks before I realized what I said.

Clearly, I need to work that into a story. I just don't know where.

Comments

[adaptor.livejournal.com]

No, I think that's gold as is!

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

Well, at least now I have a mini-monologue ready to go. I've been told that I need to have, in my rep, something that's 90 minutes, something else that's 60 minutes, and others that are 30, 15, and 5, respectively. Something like that. It's tough, as I'm a long-winded bastard, and like to have a bit more meaning other than just a punchline.

But as far as punchlines go, that's now one of my best.