Ok, lemme ask you a simple enough question and this question is not for girls this is for guys, cos this question is very very offending to girls. Ok so the question is “Have you ever been mistaken to be a hooker?”
I know, strange question, and the answer for this in 99.9999% cases is NO, but in my case the answer is YES. Alas, a sad story, I am about to tell a story when two girls thought that I am a hooker.
Now before I start my small anecdote I want this to be put on the record that the girls were awfully HOT. Iranian HOT. Yes I am not talking about tea I am talking about chicks. 2 Iranian hot chicks with awesome b**s, flaunting the separation between them. Ok Ok lets not deviate from the point and start the story.
Place: Arhus Bazaar, Denmark
Date: Heck, why do you wanna know the date.
Climate: Light snow fall.
Ok so we came out of the Arhus bazaar. I was with my colleague Mr A and one of my client Mr C. Oh wait, when I say client don’t misunderstand me, Mr C is actually an employee of the company for which my company is working and that’s why he is said to be my client and not because I actually am a …………. Which, by the way, I am not.
So we walked out and I was not in my full spirits because of various reasons and was just waiting for the day to pass. We crossed this parking lot and I saw two girls fighting inside a car. When I say fighting I don’t mean verbal fight it was physical fight and they were laughing at the same time. Then they saw me and stopped fighting and started smiling. I walked pass their cars front and then from the right side of the car. Those 30 seconds felt like an era and the whole time I was smiling, (read drooling) and looking at those girls awesome “qualities” and the separation between these “qualities” which in a very cheap language known as cleavage.
Now while this “walking and drooling” business was going on I was thinking “How the hell these girls can wear so small tops, and damn their top are actually not at all covering their “tops” so how are they able to cope up with this cold when I am wearing like a zillion cloths. Damn who cares look at the “tops” at least that’s the best part of them not wearing any warm cloths. Why are they so quite? Let me just look a little up and find out” and then I looked up and found out that those girls are staring me staring them and smiling. Now I don’t have the courage of going back to the chore of looking at the “tops” so I kept on smiling and walking.
One girl suddenly then made a gesture that was very confusing, then I thought “what the heck, what does she want, she want handcuffs, no no that’s stupid. Then she want me to raise hands, no wait they want change for their money, yes they want change that’s why they are making gestures like that using their hands.” But I didn’t had any change so I walked passed and joined my fellow colleagues. I told them that “I think that girl want some change, do you have any?” Mr A asked “What girl?”. I said “that girl” turning around and saw the girl calling me.
I thought what the heck I am going. You see the problem with me is that if a girl with so good “tops” ask me to jump from the Eifel tower, I will.. and this is just about crossing the parking lot. So I went to their car and she opened the window.
My goodness, what eyes, what face, what hairs. Don’t get me wrong I am not praising her I am still questioning because I never saw these things all the time I kept staring at the …… (you know what) and then she said something.
Now sometimes, you know in a split second, a lot of thought pass by in your mind, that’s what happened in my mind too. And what else can better describe these thoughts than BLODDY ME (read my earlier posts to find about bloody me)
ME: Damn, she said something man.
ME2: What did she said, stop staring and her and answer her,
Me: but wait what did she ask.
Me2: Ok I think she said ‘My friend and I have some extra money and we want to finish. Are you interested?’
Me: it doesn’t make any sense. I think you didn’t heard it right
Me2: I think you didn’t heard it at all.
Me: Ok let me ask her.
Me2: Ya, a girl with such a fine rack wont mind you staring them, ask her.
Me to Her “I am sorry what?”
She “My friend and I have some extra money and we want to finish. Are you interested?”
Me2: I was right.
Me: yes, but it still doesn’t make any sense.
Me to her: you have some money and you wanna do WHAT?
She: “ok so you are not a mmmmm, ok never mind I was just joking.” Then she closed the window and started the car and drove away. Her friend looked back when they were going away and gave me a disappointed look.
So the only thing I am able to conclude from this incidence lead us to the question that I asked and its answer, for me is YES. If you think that there could be some other inference from this story do tell me cos till this date I am thinking that from which angle do I look like a hooker?
I know, strange question, and the answer for this in 99.9999% cases is NO, but in my case the answer is YES. Alas, a sad story, I am about to tell a story when two girls thought that I am a hooker.
Now before I start my small anecdote I want this to be put on the record that the girls were awfully HOT. Iranian HOT. Yes I am not talking about tea I am talking about chicks. 2 Iranian hot chicks with awesome b**s, flaunting the separation between them. Ok Ok lets not deviate from the point and start the story.
Place: Arhus Bazaar, Denmark
Date: Heck, why do you wanna know the date.
Climate: Light snow fall.
Ok so we came out of the Arhus bazaar. I was with my colleague Mr A and one of my client Mr C. Oh wait, when I say client don’t misunderstand me, Mr C is actually an employee of the company for which my company is working and that’s why he is said to be my client and not because I actually am a …………. Which, by the way, I am not.
So we walked out and I was not in my full spirits because of various reasons and was just waiting for the day to pass. We crossed this parking lot and I saw two girls fighting inside a car. When I say fighting I don’t mean verbal fight it was physical fight and they were laughing at the same time. Then they saw me and stopped fighting and started smiling. I walked pass their cars front and then from the right side of the car. Those 30 seconds felt like an era and the whole time I was smiling, (read drooling) and looking at those girls awesome “qualities” and the separation between these “qualities” which in a very cheap language known as cleavage.
Now while this “walking and drooling” business was going on I was thinking “How the hell these girls can wear so small tops, and damn their top are actually not at all covering their “tops” so how are they able to cope up with this cold when I am wearing like a zillion cloths. Damn who cares look at the “tops” at least that’s the best part of them not wearing any warm cloths. Why are they so quite? Let me just look a little up and find out” and then I looked up and found out that those girls are staring me staring them and smiling. Now I don’t have the courage of going back to the chore of looking at the “tops” so I kept on smiling and walking.
One girl suddenly then made a gesture that was very confusing, then I thought “what the heck, what does she want, she want handcuffs, no no that’s stupid. Then she want me to raise hands, no wait they want change for their money, yes they want change that’s why they are making gestures like that using their hands.” But I didn’t had any change so I walked passed and joined my fellow colleagues. I told them that “I think that girl want some change, do you have any?” Mr A asked “What girl?”. I said “that girl” turning around and saw the girl calling me.
I thought what the heck I am going. You see the problem with me is that if a girl with so good “tops” ask me to jump from the Eifel tower, I will.. and this is just about crossing the parking lot. So I went to their car and she opened the window.
My goodness, what eyes, what face, what hairs. Don’t get me wrong I am not praising her I am still questioning because I never saw these things all the time I kept staring at the …… (you know what) and then she said something.
Now sometimes, you know in a split second, a lot of thought pass by in your mind, that’s what happened in my mind too. And what else can better describe these thoughts than BLODDY ME (read my earlier posts to find about bloody me)
ME: Damn, she said something man.
ME2: What did she said, stop staring and her and answer her,
Me: but wait what did she ask.
Me2: Ok I think she said ‘My friend and I have some extra money and we want to finish. Are you interested?’
Me: it doesn’t make any sense. I think you didn’t heard it right
Me2: I think you didn’t heard it at all.
Me: Ok let me ask her.
Me2: Ya, a girl with such a fine rack wont mind you staring them, ask her.
Me to Her “I am sorry what?”
She “My friend and I have some extra money and we want to finish. Are you interested?”
Me2: I was right.
Me: yes, but it still doesn’t make any sense.
Me to her: you have some money and you wanna do WHAT?
She: “ok so you are not a mmmmm, ok never mind I was just joking.” Then she closed the window and started the car and drove away. Her friend looked back when they were going away and gave me a disappointed look.
So the only thing I am able to conclude from this incidence lead us to the question that I asked and its answer, for me is YES. If you think that there could be some other inference from this story do tell me cos till this date I am thinking that from which angle do I look like a hooker?
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