You’re probably wondering if I’m still schtoomping the lovely Josephine, huh?
Okay, you’ve probably got better things to do than wonder a goddamn thing about old Tony Spunk but humor me here.
Answer is: Sorta. I haven’t seen her since that night but we’ve talked on the phone and we’ll probably hook up next week sometime. We’re easy on the subject. She’s not a gal for getting serious and that suits me just fine. Plus you know, I have a date tonight with Stephanie from the Goldmine Club.
I’m surprised about it to be perfectly honest. She and I always got along. We’re buddies you dig? Old pals. We’ve shared many a laugh over a beer and a game of pool after hours. We haven’t shared any bodily fluids, however, thanks for thinking it.
It’s not like I haven’t pursued that line of interest, mind. I have because Stephanie is one hot tamale.
But old Stephanie is a smart gal. She doesn’t want to get all involved with a guy who plays the field and I respect that. I tried telling her she didn’t need to get involved at all, but a quick roll in the hay wouldn’t be involvement, just a hobby. She didn’t bite though, sadly. The date tonight is more of a dinner and pool type of thing, because she likes hanging with me. Naturally, I’ll encourage her to drink some moonshine strength bourbon and equally naturally I’ll attempt to see how friendly she’ll allow me to get with her person, which will be “not very” and I’ll go home happy to have spent time with her but desperate to begin pleasuring myself with the first lubricating substance I can get my hands on. Because she’s frustrating, old Stephanie. Ass like a firm mattress and I don’t even get to grind against it. Life is a bitch sometimes. Thank God I have a strong right hand.
Anyway, I’ve decided to take it easy for 2009. Stop going at the ladies like a bull in a herd full of cows and chill out a bit. Have a few dates here and there, relax in between and stop trying to sperminate the world.
Hell, I don’t want to run out of ladies to polish my organ.