I’m still experimenting with this direct as fuck style game. It has its good points, but I still have my doubts. But we’ll see who ends up on top, so to speak.
I just got into Parliament Station, and got off… so to speak. When I came to the top of the escalator and went through the turnstile… pulled my thing out of my pants and put it in the thing… so to speak… No wait. I pulled my ticket out of my pocket, and put it in the receptacle. There was a hot tall Scottish redhead with great boobs on the other side. She was standing talking to a girl wearing the same bright yellow t-shirt. Amnesty International. She turned and saw me and gave me a great big smile and started walking towards me.
“That’s a great fake smile you have there,” I hollered at her.
“It’s not fake – but hey - we’re like twins since you have a bright shirt and so do I! Hey, stand next to me for a second!”
By that time I’d already stopped.
“I’ll stand next to you, if you give me your phone number.”
“Haha well I won’t do that, but I just need you to do a little favour for me -”
“Is it a kiss? Because I’d like that.”
“Ha ha no it’s not - I just need -”
At that point I started to lean in as if I was about to kiss her.
“Uh ah – oh – I’ll go and talk to someone else about it thanks bye!”
So it looks like direct as fuck game has its limits. Whodathunkit.
I just told this story to Super Ego and he said “Damn - you did that? You’ve got nerve.”
I said “Yeah… pity i’ve got no social acuity though 
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u do have balls honey
i want you to write one bout me
haha. i already did. see if you can find it