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I will tell about one really wierd guy I went out with a few years ago, right before I met Dave.
A friend of mine tells me he's got this buddy that has just been thru a divorce and has had cancer. He asks me if I'd go out with him, because Im such a funny perosn that he thinks I'll cheer the dude up. Me being the nice person I am, I agree and tell him to have the guy call me. We have a few phone conversations and that part goes pretty well so I agree, MUCH to my disdain, to go to this country dance club with him. Why would I agree to go somewhere that I know I wont really have a good time because I absolutely LOATHE country music? Because I really feel bad for this guy for all he's been thru, wife leaving him while he had cancer etc and I figure I could stomach it for a few hours if it cheered him up. Yay me right? I should have run for my life.
You know this is awful.... I cant even remember his name....but he shows up at my house to pick me up around 7ish on a friday nite....this club is about 25 miles away on the west side of Atlanta, a place called Cowboys if anyone is from around here and familiar with it (this was back before Wild Bills opened near my house and at the time was a REALLY high interest place for the country set). We pull out of my driveway and I ask him where we are going to dinner....Dinner? he asks, Im like um yes, you know food you eat around this time of nite? He then informs me that he hadnt planned on taking me to dinner and Im like...oh well THANKS FOR TELLING ME THAT BEFORE YOU PICKED ME UP.
Its then that I learn what kind of cancer he had had. It was some kind of cancer of the mouth, again cant remember what it was called, but the radiation/chemo treatments had completely killed his saliva making abilities so he cant eat food. He lives on a liquid diet only (which must have included a lot of beer cause he had an nice belly going on). I informed him that I cant go to a club and drink on an empty stomach and he offers to take me to wendy's...ok, not my favorite place but I'll live. HE TAKES ME THRU THE DAMN DRIVE THRU and expects me to eat in the car on the way to Kennesaw.
At that point I really should have just claimed a migraine and gotten him to take me home, but I didnt want to jinx myself that way so I kept my mouth shut.
We get to the club and he sits me down at a table and disappears for about an hour, now please remember this is a LONG way from home, so there was no way I could leave, cab fare would have bankrupted me. Fortuantely I had my own money with me and I started a tab and had a few beers before he showed back up. Seems, according to him, the smell of my food had made him sick to his stomach (which Im not saying is a lie at all but he HAD been drinking and I could tell it) and he'd been in the bathroom all time. uh huh.....right.
He tries to make me go out and line dance, which ok...is fair, its a country club....I beg off claiming real inability at it and tell him to go right ahead and I'd watch. Wasnt real concerned, he really hadnt shown any interest in talking to me anyway.
5 hours later he tells me its time to go home, oh boy, thank god!!!
Somehow he decided that home meant HIS home not mine and when I ask him what hes doing he tells me he didnt feel like driving me to my house (please bare in mind my house was on the way to his house) and that we can just hang out at his trailer for awhile.
Have any of you ever had a man that cant produce spit try to kiss you?
Im going to leave it at that, other than to say thanks to an emergancy call to the "Friend" that set us up, I managed to get a ride home and the spitless wonder was probably going to be peeing blood for a few days.
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I want the diabetic plan that comes with rollover carbs. I dont like the unused one expiring at midnite!!
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