My dirty clothes were piling up in my dorm and I wanted to do laundry before the next week of class started. I drove around with my friend Meat looking around for a laundry mat and finally find myself at Double T Laundry. We both head in and start stuffing the washer with clothes when 2 girls walk in, HB9 and HB8. They setup near where we're washing and I don't think they had done laundry either because the HB8 looked at my washer wondering what I had done.
Me: "Are you looking at my clothes?" (sarcastic upset mood)
HB8: "No, I just wanted to know how much money you put in."
Me: "Liar, you're trying to look at my undies. If you look at mine, I'm looking at yours and I'm sure you have much naughtier things than me. "
HB8: "Haha, fine loser but I wasn't eying your undies."
Meat and I get our clothes going on a 20 minute cycle and decide we would go eat while we wait.
HB8: "We'll watch your clothes for you while you go eat."
Me: "I'll let you watch my clothes but if get back and any of its missing I'm calling the cops."
HB8: "We won't steal anything I promise."
We head off to McDonald's to eat and come back to find the girls sitting at a table eating. I walk right in and sit at the table next to them. I'm pulling off some cocky funny and I use the "Tommy Lee and George Bush opener." This is the time where I start gaming the HB9 (who has got huge boobies btw)
Me: "Who would you rather sleep with, George Bush or Tommy Lee?"
HB9: "Tommy Lee, he would definitely know how to show me a good time."
HB8: "George Bush is too old, I would say Tommy Lee too."
Me: "But if girls like guys with power and George Bush is the most powerful man in the world why not choose him?"
Conversation keeps going and I eye Cosmopolitan magazine on the table. On the cover it has the headline: "Find out his secret sex fantasy!"
Me: "Oh my god I have to find out my secret sex fantasy."
I find the article and we start talking about sex (breaking the sexual tension). Then we get the embarrassing stories section and I read the girls embarrassing stories out loud and the HB8 reads the girls. At this point I have the HB9 touching me and my cocky funny is driving her nuts. ("Are you sure you're not a blond?")
Our Laundry finishes first and as we head out I grab both their numbers and I have been texting HB9 off and on until my date with her on Thursday for coffee.