xmilitaryxmikex

I hadn't spoken to that chick (the one I kind of been seeing) all weekend long, mostly because of hanging out with Shane. I saw in her Sociology last night and I brushed her off the entire time. She calls me and leaves me some "why aren't you talking to me?" message on my voicemail as I was going out to my car.

The way I figure, if a chick likes you enough, she'll call you. Don't look like the lost, pussy-whipped puppy dog calling her all the time. Sometimes I believe what my dad told me one drunken, ranting night: "what a woman is good for, you can work by hand." What a great father, huh? He's a different story altogether.