Last night at the end of the game two gals..HB-6 and HB-4 respectfully came into the bar(swamp daddy's) to visit the HB-6's husband. They then followed myself and my crew to Sherlock's across the st. When we arrived to Sherlock's I noticed a sausage fest so I had no choice to lower my standards substantially and flirt with the HB-4. I soon learned that the HB-4 had a great personality, go figure! As my drunk ass equipped with beer goggles pulled out the stops for a hardly adequate HB-4 turned HB-6.5 after a shot or two. I soon found myself using some lame line used many times before about a nose that wiggles when she smiled from a certain book named "the game" and found myself talking to the only woman that has ever told me...."I guess you have read The Game, so have I". She went on about how it was a wonderful book and that she had learned many things about men from it. During this conversation I started to loose the beer goggles and soon after realized that she was just the book reading HB-4 I had met an hour earlier, and would not have given her a second thought any other night. Hey at least I may have given her a nice dream that evening as she tucked herself to bed in a lonely cold apartment...
Moral of the story....it's time for some new material!