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I got one. My roomy and 2 gals he know and me go out to a bar. After getting our drinks, the gals go dance for a bit. When they come back, I have my feet up on a bar stool. She asks for it, I say no. Demands it, I refuse. In my mind, I'm trying to find a way to make this funny, or fun. If she wasn't a good friend of my roomy, I'd have traded it for a kiss. But I couldn't think of anything in time other than, "When I'm done with my beer."
It's been a week, and she still not speaking to me. And we just met 2 days before. They loved my cooking.
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"I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something - or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip."
Roger Zelazny
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