karmachameleon

Apparently, I am the "Pimp-Daddy-mack-yo" or something like that. that titles deserves a better car than I have, but what the hell.

So I had a date the other night and it went well. Juts a date, nothing special. I like and she's cute, but we don't have too much in common, but it's worth a shot, yeah?

And last night I had another date. With a girl, her husband, and her five year old son. We had been talking online a little bit and I told her where I worked. She lived in the town and stopped at the store and asked if I want to watch TV or something when I got out. So I get out, go over her house, and meet the husband and child she neglected to tell me about.

It was like a big, akward, letter to Penthouse waiting to happen. We smoked (thank god, I would have gone crazy), watched some TV, and then I left. I would have thought that any normal person who is bi and in an open-type marriage would have MENTIONED IT to a girl she was interested in.

I swear my life is turning into a fucking sitcom. This is beyond bizarre.