Of course, it's entirely possible he was only trying to get in my pants (ahem).
I do not tell these stories to be all "hey aren't I the shiznit?" (Although I'm not going to lie and say it doesn't stroke my ego to hear it...)
I tell these stories to ask this simple question: if this is true, then why do I only seem to attract the sketchiest men in Manch Vegas? I mean, if Drew herself were out meeting dudes down at Margarita's (or would she be a Strange Brew girl?), something tells me she'd do better than me.
Maybe once my work at the gym pays off, it won't just be over-the-hill-potentially-married-guys and sketchy-skeevy-man-whore-seeming guys. (Or maybe eff the gym, and I just need to move somewheres a little more sophisticamated.)
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What's wrong with sketchy men?
Heh, I suppose I've just grown weary of the sketchyness. Moderately sketchy is, I suppose, still acceptable. But 100% sketchy has no potential for anything other than into-pants-getting (which I guess can also be occasionally acceptable, haha).
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